I feel so so sad that Keith has gone,
When I was a youngster and painted the ground in my six weeks holidays aged 10 or so he would always be there, helping and making drinks for everyone. In fact, Keith was always there whenever I went in the the club from those days to sorting the coaches.
When I was a bit older he'd give me a lift to Bill's (The Flying Scotsmans) house with Derek, Jack Rodgers ( or Brian Newhall if one couldn't make it) in his blue metro van. Always smiling and positive on the way although not always on the way home but he'd certainly have a moan if the players hadn't performed and he'd let them know as well if he saw them. However there was always the next game to put it right.
As Wayne said, I remember him serving from the original tea bar in the stand where the family stand is now. He always seemed really high up...maybe I was just smaller then.
Some people outside of our club would never understand why someone would do what Keith did. Hours and hours of his own time, his petrol, unsociable hours, cleaning the ground, going to the cash and carry, cooking the food, serving the food and probably loads of other stuff I never even saw.
We are blessed at our club to have few like him, these people are irreplaceable. Gold dust. They are the real club legends, part of the foundations of the club. The fabric of the place.
I'd always make sure Keith got his seat at the front of the coach or on the front of the minibus as he said he felt a bit sick anywhere else. For me it was a respect thing, you respect people like Keith Davey for all that they do.
He'd always have a story of Swindells or an old player he never seemed to run out of them.
I can't believe he won't be around.
God bless you Keith. A true gent, a grafter, a genuinley funny man and someone to look up to as a selfless individual x