Gavin Peacock: Premier League to the Pulpit
by Tom Cooper
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Gavin Peacock doesn't play much football these days, which is not surprising given that temperatures in the remote town where he lives, cradled in the Canadian Rockies, can dive to minus 30 in the winter months. The odd five-a-side game for Canmore United in an indoor league is the extent of it now for a player who once performed with distinction for Chelsea and Newcastle United in the Premier League.
Nor does he watch much of it on television. He pays the subscription to what North Americans call the EPL (the English Premier League) but it does not dominate conversation like it did not so long ago when he was one of the faces, with his shaven head and goatee beard, of the BBC's football coverage, including a regular slot on Match of the Day 2.
Other than that, there is little about today's Gavin Peacock that reflects his former public life as an ex-footballer-turned-pundit. But that is just the way he wants it.
In 2008 he decided to move his wife, Amanda, and their two children, Jake and Ava, to Canada so he could study theology with the intention of becoming a church leader.
"I left England after Euro 2008, when I had been working as part of the TV team for the BBC," Peacock says. "And not long after I was living in a small town in a strange country, getting up at seven in the morning to study Hebrew at eight, followed by ancient Greek at 10. And I wondered, 'What have I got myself into?'"
That same question has been asked by many of his former colleagues and friends back in the UK. Not many people, let alone former professional footballers, walk out on a well-paid job on TV to become a theology student, swapping sofa for seminary. Peacock, now 43 years old, says he felt "compelled" to join the ministry after a "road to Damascus" moment reading his Bible at home in Wilmington, Kent. From then on, his career on TV lost its allure.
"It never felt like it was going to be for ever," he says. "When I got the call to enter the ministry I just felt like that what I was meant to do. I feel compelled to do it. I was in my study reading my Bible when it seemed someone had highlighted the words on the pages. I suddenly felt the calling to preach."
Peacock has been a Christian since he was a teenager, so in some respects his decision to become a preacher has been a long time in the making. Yet when it came, it happened suddenly, a calling from the pages of the Bible. The family had a holiday home in the Rockies and they took the difficult decision to move abroad.
"I could have studied in England but we had been out here on holiday a few times and we just thought, 'Let's make a real break away from everything.' Coming to Canada was like stripping things back, I couldn't trade off my name. No one was going to give me a hearing because I was Gavin Peacock, ex-Chelsea captain," he says.
It was like he had never been a famous footballer. "At first it was quite hard, being away from everything I had known – family, friends, football. And it was not like we were in Florida, sitting by the swimming pool. It was really cold and that was hard to get used to.
"For the first time, also, football was not a part of my life at all. It's not like going to Spain or Italy, or even the US. In Canada they have very little interest in soccer."
Anonymity was hard for Peacock, who as the son of former Charlton Athletic player Keith Peacock has spent his entire life under one spotlight or another. At his peak, around the time he hit the bar for Chelsea in the 4-0 defeat in the 1994 FA Cup final against Double winners Manchester United, he came close to selection for Terry Venables' England. He then also carved out an impressive second career as a pundit, having moved up from local radio to working as a regular expert for BBC TV.
Giving up being famous has its benefits, however. Peacock now knows that he has had to work for everything he has achieved after making the move across the Atlantic.
It has certainly been hard work. He started out by learning two languages, Hebrew and ancient Greek, so that he can read the Bible in its original form, a testing academic challenge that commands long hours of study and generally weeds out the less committed of students.
"The studying has been hard. It's been the hardest two years of my life but the most rewarding. I joked with my classmates once that I had played in front of 100,000 people in a Cup final at Wembley but I was more nervous about my Hebrew vocabulary test," he says.
Recently Peacock has moved on to studying more practical skills, such as preaching and how to serve the community, working with a small evangelical church in Banff. "You have to be a shepherd to your flock," he says.
The pulpit is where Peacock now feels most at home. "I feel my primary calling is to be a preacher. I have been working at Banff Park Church and I preach there about once a month," he says.
"I don't wear a dog collar, it's quite casual, but I do wear a suit when I preach. There is normally about 120 to 140 in the congregation, which is quite big."
Preaching is a time-consuming task, as Peacock generally spends 15 hours in preparation and study before each sermon. "I suppose I spend about three hours a day on Monday to Friday before I preach," he said. "I feel a certain amount of nerves, or fear, when I preach. I appreciate that it is God's word that I am preaching. I think you could call it a glorious weight."
Peacock is due to finish his masters degree in theology in April, when he is hoping his relationship with Banff Park Church will evolve into a full-time job. He has sold his house in England and is committed to life in Canada. After two years living among the elks and the grizzlies, he has decided to stay.
"Originally we thought we would do three years and then go back to England. But we had a period of time back to England last fall and after that I realised I had to stay here," he says. "I've sold my house in England and am committed to life in Canada long term. I'm not saying I would never return to England but for as long as we can I would like to try to pursue things here."
Home now is Canmore, a bustling former mining town nestling in the Rockies with a population of 12,000, famous recently for providing the spectacular scenery for the movie Brokeback Mountain. Peacock's church is at the heart of Rockies' tourist trail, where sometimes the occasional British visitor recognises the former footballer.
It is very cold, however. "It's minus 30 today," he says, "About as cold as you can possibly imagine. You have to dress for it but I do wish I still had my hair, I have to wear a beanie hat for about four months. You don't do much outdoors when it's like this. The sky, however, is bright blue, and sun blazes down on some stunning scenery."
Having previously kept his options open, Peacock has now chosen the Associated Gospel Churches as his future home, a Christian denomination similar to the Baptists. "They preach from the scriptures and have a certain demeanour, a gravitas," Peacock says.
He recently passed a two-hour interview for the AGC, which means he should be ordained in two years' time, after a period as an assistant to pastor Norm Derkson at Banff Park Church. "We've got a good chemistry and he gives me the pulpit from time to time," he says. If he maintains his progress, he will become the Reverend Gavin Peacock in 2012.
There will come a time when Peacock needs to start earning again, as he has been living off his savings and his footballing pension for the past two years, along with support from the Professional Footballers' Association. He says: "I have not worked since I left the BBC and became a student. I am very grateful for the PFA benevolent fund that helps me with the costs of the course."
As he builds his new life in Canada, Peacock's former incarnation as a footballer becomes less and less important. "The guys at my five-a-side team all know about my previous career," he says. "And I do get recognised from time to time. Banff is quite a touristy place and there are quite a few English visitors.
"The kids sometimes go on Google and YouTube to see some of the old goals and games. They are good memories and I don't feel like I wish I was playing again. I had a full career and was blessed I didn't have any injuries. I was a good player, as good as I could have been, and I felt I achieved as much as I could have done."
Peacock has taken that attitude into his new career and will give everything to become the best he can at his new vocation. It goes without saying he has no regrets about his decision to up sticks and take the family to Canada.
The key factor for Peacock has been the spiritual development of his family, an indicator perhaps of just how far he has come since he left England two years ago. "My faith has deepened, and as a family we have grown spiritually," he says. "Life in our consumer society can be very lightweight. People need to be fed meat rather than candyfloss. Hopefully, we are shepherding our children towards God, who is eternal."
Gavin Peacock's footballing life:
1967 Born 18 November, Eltham.
1984-87 The midfielder begins his career with Queen's Park Rangers, making his debut on 29 November in a 2-2 home draw against Sheffield Wednesday, aged 19.
1987-89 After a brief loan spell, he completes a full transfer to Gillingham, joining his father, Keith, who is manager. Peacock Snr is sacked soon afterwards but Gavin remains with the Gills for nearly two years.
1990-93 Following a year under Harry Redknapp at Bournemouth he is signed by Newcastle United. Peacock plays a crucial role as they win the 1992-93 First Division title, scoring 12 goals. Despite promotion to the Premier League with the Magpies, he joins Chelsea in the summer for £1.5m.
1993-96 Peacock scores on his Chelsea debut, a 2-1 home loss to Blackburn Rovers, and is one of the star performers in an otherwise disappointing league campaign for the Blues as they finished 14th. Peacock hits the bar in the 1994 FA Cup final as Chelsea suffer a 4-0 loss to Manchester United at Wembley. He goes on to make over 100 appearances for the club.
1996-2002 Moves back to QPR for £800,000 following a loan spell. Goes on to make over 200 appearances and score 39 goals in total for the club, but was unable to help the side back into the Premier League. Has a brief spell on loan in 2001 at Charlton Athletic, where his father Keith was assistant manager, before retiring at the end of the 2001-02 season.
Tom Cooper – The Times Newspaper
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It's a Goal!
Written by: John Flanner
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Football, as they say, was in my blood. From a very early age I felt totally at home with a ball at my feet. In fact very often there was not enough money for a ball so often a stone would suffice, much to my mother's disgust of course, because kicking a stone around all day long did no good whatsoever for the usually short life span of a young boy's shoes.
I grew up, at least for the first four years of my life in the Aston area of Birmingham, famous of course for the smells of Ansells beer and Hp sauce as well as my beloved Aston Villa Football club. From the age of four onwards, I moved with Mum & Dad to a Council House in the Vauxhall area of the City, within a stone's throw of St Andrews, the home ground of Birmingham City Football club. However, Dad was a Villa fan and so it was at the age of 8 that Dad started taking me to the matches and my love affair began. I quickly grew to love Saturdays and the spine-tingling excitement of going to the games with my Dad. It wasn't long before I had the claret and blue scarf, the woollen bobble hat and the rattle; commonplace in the 1950s but soon to become an endangered species at football grounds the world over.
I saw lots of great games at Villa Park with my Dad and I also tucked into a host of tasty pork pies and sampled hot Bovril on many a cold winter's afternoon, with a dash of salt and pepper of course to give it the necessary kick. I soon began to idolise my footballing heroes like Irish international Peter McParland, England striker Gerry Hitchens and that most brilliant header of a football Tony Hateley. Then of course there was the magical roar that went up when Aston Villa scored as 40,000 people in unison raised their hands to the sky and shouted "It's a goal!" followed by rapturous applause and cheering. Magic simply magic was how I would describe the atmosphere, particularly when the Villa-Villa-Villa chant went up all around the ground.
I took an interest in other sports too, especially cricket and tennis, but it was football that had won my heart. As well as watching the professionals play I loved to play myself and in my dreams I was always scoring the winning goal at the FA Cup Final - what football mad youngster didn't? Given my passion for the game therefore, how ironic it is that it should play a part in dealing me such a cruel blow.
Just two months or so after watching England beat West Germany to win the World Cup I was playing for my local team in a Sunday League game at Sennely's Park in Birmingham, when the heavens opened and the rain lashed down. I began to wipe my eyes to get the raindrops out so that I could see the ball clearly. However, nothing I did helped and everything was blurred, because of the rain I thought. A little later I had a slight collision with a goal post and again my vision was blurred. Shortly after that things seemed to improve, but not for long. I was checking a balance sheet at work a few days later but I could not read the figures as they seemed blurred to me. Someone else confirmed that the figures were as clear as a bell and I knew then that something was seriously wrong.
Within six months I was totally blind, despite initially being told that I had concussion and my sight would eventually return. On the day that I was told I would never see again I heard on the news that Sir Donald Campbell had been killed when Bluebird crashed on Lake Coniston while he was attempting the water speed world record. I was so upset about Donald Campbell that it took my mind off my situation and in a strange kind of way it acted as excellent therapy for me.
It transpired I would have gone blind anyway because my brother Paul went blind at the age of 17 and my sister Joan went blind at the age of 23. A very rare hereditary disease of the optic nerve was diagnosed by the name of Lebers Optic Atrophy. The disease we later found out could only be passed on by female members of the family.
I was 19 years of age when I was registered blind and I had to go away from home on a rehabilitation course. This was based in the South West of England in the lovely seaside town of Torquay. There I learned to read braille, get around using a white stick and the rudiments of using a typewriter. At the end of the course I was then sent to a commercial college for the blind in London where I was to train as an audio typist. A bit of a blow this because I really wanted to do computer programming, but when I sat the exam I did not complete even a quarter of the questions. What I did do, however, I got them all right. It was as quick as I could read the braille that enabled me to get all four mathematical puzzles that I tried all correct; nowhere near enough to pass the test of course. I thought typing was a woman's job as the only typists I knew were women.
I did however enjoy my time in London and I passed my audio typing exams with flying colours. I owed a lot to my typing teacher Mrs Craig because she not only trained me to a very high standard as an audio typist, but she also paved the way for me to make the most important decision of my life. It was Mrs Craig who sat down with me in the staff room of the college one night and explained that to be a real Christian was not so much about being Christened as a baby, going to church or being a good person, but it was about having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour. Of course initially I had not got a clue what she was talking about. However after asking lots of questions, reading a few books and attending Westminster Chapel one Sunday night, I did make the decision to surrender my life to Jesus Christ and invite him to come into my heart to forgive me for my sins and to become my Lord and Saviour.
The years have literally flown by since I took that step but in all of that time, nearly 40 years in all, Jesus has never let me go. I am married to Sylvia, we have four kids and nine grandchildren and have had a great many amazing experiences in our walk of faith.
I continue to have many passions including football (still being an Aston Villa fan), cricket, music, eating out, going to the cinema or theatre etc, but the greatest thrill of all is to be able to share the wonderful news with people that Jesus is alive and he loves them passionately. Now when I say "It's a goal" what I mean is that it is my goal to communicate God's love to people of all ages and all backgrounds by whatever means he makes available to me.
Why not make it your goal to get to know Jesus today and in so doing join the winning team.
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