Reflections on a Friendship with Jilly Cooper

Years ago, I received a heartfelt letter from Jilly Cooper, written in her unmistakable handwriting and typically adorned with a greyhound image. Cooper was researching football for her bestseller Tackle and often expressed her appreciation for my articles, especially those about Manchester City and other football figures. Her handwritten notes, sometimes brief, many times poured over with genuine enthusiasm, became treasured keepsakes in my life.

Our correspondence grew, with her often replying to stories I shared about players like Kevin Keegan and Ray Kennedy, whom she admired. Over time, I visited her at her home in Gloucestershire, where I saw an array of cards and letters from many football personalities. She sought my insight for her book, asking about the personalities behind the sport—Harry Kane, Cristiano Ronaldo, and others she admired. Her affection for these figures was evident.

Jilly Cooper at Forest Green Rovers, where a postponed match turned into a memorable afternoon

Jilly Cooper with her beloved rescue greyhound, Bluebell, whose passing she mourned deeply

During one visit, after a glass of champagne, I shared ideas for writing a book, but Jilly encouraged me to focus on lighter, fun stories. I eventually wrote about the Hollywood owners of my team, Wrexham, who cheered her on when she included the book in her holiday round-up, despite it not being a blockbuster. Our shared moments included a day at Forest Green Rovers, which, despite being marred by rain, became another cherished memory.

Her last public appearance was at a book launch for Tackle, where she captivated the audience with her lively, candid talk. Her book rapidly became a bestseller, and her charisma transcended social divides, making her a beloved figure across generations.

When she passed away at age 88, I looked back at her recent cards, remembering her warmth, insight, and her delight in discovering new stories—from Trent Alexander-Arnold speaking Spanish to her playful remark that “we must all learn Spanish.” I regret never reconnecting in person more often. Her guidance, spirit, and those distinctive letters leave a lasting influence—reminding me to live fully, love fiercely, and write honestly.