Two bad owners have driven Bury to the brink, but a club is more than its owners and it should not be allowed to dieWhen my great-grandfather, Thomas Watts, was captured during the first world war, I can only imagine what thoughts filled his head during his incarceration. Not yet married to my great-grandmother, Sarah Pilling, he might have been dreaming of a pint in the magnificent Oak Room of the Old White Lion in Bury town centre or lounging in the summer sun in Kay Gardens a short walk away.He might too have longed for a small patch of land on Gigg Lane that the Earl of Derby had donated to Bury Football Club in 1885 and which was home to the 1900 and 1903 FA Cup winners. After he had emerged from the horror of the trenches, he would go on to take my dad Graham and my uncles to that same patch of land. In turn, my dad took me, and for the past 31 years we have repeated the trek countless times. Related: Former Bury FC director chains herself to drainpipe to save club Continue readingreadfullarticle
