I am very sad to tell you that we lost another long term Shrimper yesterday. His name was Tony Livermore from Kent Avenue Leigh. He somehow got the nickname weasel. Tony started watching Southend in the late Sixties. Tony was a great guy, quite harmless. Fit as a fiddle as a teenager, but the drink got hold of him when he started going up The Elms. Subsequently, he's not been well for years. You may have seen him before home games in his bobble hat in The Spread, before he would slowly shuffle to the ground with his walking stick. Sometimes helped by a mate. I think it was Billy Bests boot laces that called him the Oracle, as Tony knew all the names and faces and what the latest news about them was, especially anyone from Leigh. Very sad indeed.