My very good friend Ray Blumbergs.
Despite decades in the south not denting his Yorkshire accent, people were usually surprised to find out that he had been born in Latvia and Ray was actually short for Rainis rather than the usual English derivations. He arrived in the UK after the second world war as a child refugee and the family moved to Hull, where his Father, who was a master mariner, found employment. He was bitten by the rugby league bug at an early age and supported Rovers (he joyfully remembered that often at this time regularly only Doncaster kept them off the bottom of the pile), but would also go to Hull FC games too.
After graduating and a period in New Zealand, he moved to London and ran a small transport business out of his home on a small industrial estate on the Acton/Park Royal borderlands. When Fulham was established, he had a professional team to watch again. However, Ray always had a particular interest in the community game, something which grew as he got older. He would cheerfully recall how he would phone Henry Miles, the then secretary of the London League, on a Sunday morning, who would then phone the referees to find out which games were actually on for Ray to attend.
After retirement, he spent a period touring Europe in a motor home, but, having sold his home, bought a flat in Hemel within walking distance of the Stags' ground. This was quite deliberate. For the remainder of his retirement, he watched them play, but also involved himself in the club, both on a social level and helping out around the club. After the enclosement of the ground, people may remember him acting as the gateman up until the elevation to League 1, but he was always willing to do odd jobs and jump behind the bar to help out.
I first met Ray when back from university well over 30 years ago. His season ticket seat was next to that of my late Father at Crystal Palace when Fulham in their last year under that name were playing there. Since then we have attended many games at Fulham/Crusaders/Broncos (the Tony Tank Gordon period being a particular pleasure for Ray), Skolars, Hemel and many community clubs together. There were also trips away from the south, a journey to York in Ray's flatbed truck through a blizzard to watch I think a Regal Trophy tie on a snow covered pitch being a particular memory.
Even in the last year, when he was becoming more frail, Ray attended games at Skolars, Broncos and St Albans as well as his regular walks across to Pennine Way and the clubhouse. He was perpetually good humoured, thanks to a very individual outlook on life. He would often say he considered life existed just for his own amusement. He passed away earlier this week at the age of 83. I will miss him desperately.
There are further tributes on Hemel's facebook page to show the impact he had on so many. He would have been amused by the irony of those tributes and this post, as he never had a smartphone or computer and had never accessed the internet.