Young Bradley John Walsh was born in Watford, and like any self-respecting lad from Hertfordshire, he dreamed of playing for the Hornets. But his first taste of professional football came with Brentford. Yes, the Bees. He signed as an apprentice in 1978, and if you blinked, you missed it. He played a grand total of one first-team game as a substitute. One. That’s less game time than I’ve spent picking a biscuit from the tin.
Think of it like this: he got a cup of tea and a pat on the back. He was then released in 1979, because apparently, Brentford didn’t need a future telly legend who could also run. But Bradley is nothing if not persistent. The man has the tenacity of a terrier with a squeaky toy. He didn’t give up; he just went lower down the football pyramid.
