THERE’S ONLY ONE BARRY FRY
At 76, and having survived two heart attacks, Barry Fry should probably be winding down rather than getting wound up by VAR. Sixty years of ups and downs in football have spanned heartbreaks and highs: from being the prodigious schoolboy whose promising career was cruelly ended by injury, to the often-chaotic spells in management that veered from boom to bust, and back again.
There’s even been a stint as the owner of Peterborough, with whom Fry marked an eventful 25 years of service last year. Via a remarkable, headline-grabbing start to dugout life which put non-league Dunstable Town on News at Ten, and then on to Barnet, Birmingham and Southend, Fry has seen the lot.
Or almost the lot. He’s not done yet. Although he concedes that he might finally be too old to fulfil his dream of scoring a Wembley winner, as Posh’s director of football, you’ll still find him at training every morning rain or shine; still dreaming of making it to the Premier League. An hour in Fry’s company is a whirlwind of expletives, belly laughter and more shaggy-dog stories than Boris Johnson. And this really is a work event.
One thing, however, is beyond doubt. There definitely is only one Barry Fry…
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