After Brentford gave him the elbow, Walsh rocked up at AFC Bournemouth. Now, Bournemouth in the early 80s wasn’t the slick Premier League machine it is today. It was a sleepy seaside club where the seagulls had more personality than the strikers. Bradley didn’t play a single league game for the Cherries. Zero. Nada. He was uncorked, but never poured.
But wait, there’s more! He then popped over the border to Wales for a loan spell with Barnet. Yes, Barnet. In the Southern League. This is where the legend gets properly weird. Walsh played as a striker, and by all accounts, he wasn’t half bad. He actually scored goals—like, proper goals, not just the ones he later sent contestant’s brains scrambling on the Chaser.
