Derek lived for many years in Ossett near the entrance to spring mill golf course. My dad grew up in Ossett and knew him well, and could tell loads of stories about him. Derek used to head up to the green park to have a game of touch and pass with the lads up there - when he was GB captain. A few of the lads would either be cheeky with him or try pull a fast one so he’d give them a “little one” to keep them in line. They didn’t do it again!
My dad tells a tale of a local hard man wannabe around the time who was putting word round that he could sort Turner out - when Derek caught up with him he just left him hanging off some scaffolding by his coat.
I think when he was coach at Leeds someone shouted something like “what a load of crap, Turner” as he was walking along by the stand. Derek turned and invited whoever it was to the pitch to have a “chat” about it. He didn’t bother.
It’s a shame the game seemed to fall out of his favour in later life. Try and the club might, thy couldn’t get him to come down to any of the reunions, which was a real pity.