For one season Big Fat Jim was God. He was the insurmountable barrier the opposition forward line would meet if, by some miracle, they’d even manage to find a way past the meanest defence the third division has ever seen. And he was practically infallible. 29 clean sheets, just 20 goals conceded in 46 games. He was a big man, of that there was no doubt – 16 and a half stone of muscle and bone – but he still had cat-like reflexes and was surprisingly agile for his size. And in one-one-ones, his sheer bulk seemed to terrify the life out of opposition forwards, who visibly wilted before him.
For his major part in the leanest, meanest, most uncompromising team that ever was, Jim Stannard is, and will remain, a Gillingham legend.
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