This page has been set up in memory of Colin Wakefield who was devastatingly taken from us recently. Wendy has confirmed Col's wish would be if people want to make a donation instead of flowers for his funeral, that the donation be made to help support his son Jake's football team - Woolton Gilmour.

Woolton Gilmour was originally Col's idea. We were both looking to put his son Jake and my son Ben into a team. "Why don't we just start our own? You coach them and I'll look after the touchline with the parents." He kept to his word, as you know Col would. He was there at the very first training session, very first match and all the milestones that come with a grassroots football team, even offering to sponsor the kit.

Those people who knew Col know just what an exceptional human being he was and will have experienced his welcoming personality. He always had an ability to make people feel at ease and bring everyone together. Along with Wendy they would always be involved in our fundraising events, presentation days, setting up nights out for the parents and always making sure that new parents/children who joined felt a part of what we believed the team is - our football family.

We all know life will never be the same again. Col has been taken from us all far too soon and his presence on the touchline will be missed beyond measure. He would be there to support the kids for matches and training in any weather - sun, wind, rain and even snow. He was there to support Jake, his son, our number 9, but he loved watching all the kids play and genuinely took pleasure in watching them develop into the successful team they are today. None of that could have been possible without Col.

We will miss Col so very much. He has left a huge hole in our hearts, but as a team we will do our very best to carry on as Col would have wanted. I know Col and his recently passed Dad, Ray, another huge supporter of our team, will be watching over them all as they continue their football journeys.

Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday.

RIP, Sausage