Remembering Max

Remembering Max is like recalling Happiness. Like hearing a song you love in an unlikely place. You smile. He embodies what life is about, or should be about. His infectous warmth, humour, natural optimism, zest and unmistakable grin will never leave those that he touched and he touched many.

Lots of people have talked about the way Max played football, like the ball was magnetically attached to his feet and I think the carefree abandon with which he played epitomised what Max was all about; energy and enthusiasm. I remember being so infuriated with his skill that i was reduced to trying to trip him up. But I could never bloody catch him, all you could do was admire his grace and the way his bendy body seemed to defy physics. Wanting to attack as he grinned at you after making you look stupid, again.

Its hard to think about Queens Park life without the chap. There arn't many people that you can bump into in a bad mood, chat for ages, even if you havn't them them for a year and leave with a spring in your step. He had a certain magic that would cheer you up, as if he somehow knew something that no-one else did. I last him in January at a birthday party and we had our usual chat about Spurs (this time saying good things!), film and what was on the immediate horizon for the both of us. I seem to remember downing a particularly nasty tequila just because it was free. You were on good form, as always.

For who you are I thank you, for giving us what you did while you were hear I thank you. We are a community and you remain right at the centre of it and will always be at the centre of it. My thoughts are with all those that loved him.

We will never forget you.

Toby