Frédérick Michael Middleton

Pam & Bradford Our loving thoughts are with you both. Sad to think that we will not share a pint or two before the match or a phone conversation where Mick would always be optimistic. “Millwall will win 2-0 or 2-1 “ would come down the line, never would it occur to him that we may lose! Not even when we played Man United in the FA Cup Final. We will raise a glass to Mick a Cousin and Good Friend xx xx

I can’t believe my beautiful brother Mick has passed away. I have so many fond and lovely memories of our childhood to many to put into words. He will always be my hero. From going to the Pie and mash shop to him taking me to Saturday morning pictures but refusing to hold my hand because he was with his Millwall mates. Rest in peace Mick remembered with love always in our hearts. ❤️

I still cant believe my lovely brother has passed away. How I will miss our Sunday morning phone chats where he would keep on about Brexit or Trump and moan in general about the world . When we were young we were very close and Mum made him take me to the Saturday morning pictures and insisted he held my hand he refused because he was with his Millwall mates I was about six and Mick was about eight. I have so many fond and special memories of mick far to many to put into words. He was best man at my wedding and godfather to my eldest son. Rest in peace my lovely brother always in our hearts and thoughts .

I still cant believe my lovely brother has passed away. How I will miss our Sunday phone calls how he would keep on about Brexit and Trump and moan in general about the world. When we were young we were very close and I loved him dearly. Mum made him take me to saturday morning pictures I was about six and mick was about eight Mum insisted he held my hand but he refused as he was with his Millwall mates. I have so many special memories of Mick far to many to put into words. He was best man at my wedding and was godfather to my eldest son, he will be sadly missed by so many friends and family. Rest in peace my lovely brother in our hearts for ever.

I still cannot believe that I have lost my big brother, although Mick was 15 years older than me we seemed to have so much in common; a love of books and music and just generally putting the world to rights. I have so many memories of Mick that it's hard to know where to begin, my first memory of Mick is of sitting on his shoulders, I must have been a toddler, and for a long time after I had German measles (aged about 5) Mick's nickname for me was spotty Minnie bannister (although I didn't know the connection to The Goons until I was a lot older); then being a very stroppy bridesmaid (aged 7) at Mick and Pam's wedding and refusing to be in any of the photos. Inevitably as I got older we got closer and there are just too many memories but one I have is this wonderful memory of Mick at our cousin, Jason's engagement party in the 1980's, a right knees up in the community centre at our Mum's flats in Peckham, where we were doing the conga or okey kokey and Mick going in totally the opposite direction to everyone else. Priceless! After Mick & Pam moved to France we had a few holidays with them and it was obvious that they had found THE ideal place for them where they were completely happy and enjoying life to the full. Even though Mick's French left a bit to be desired he was obviously very popular with everyone, especially some of the ladies of a certain age. I remember him introducing me and my husband, Neil, to the ladies on the deli counter at one of the local supermarkets who he seemed to know quite well! I've attached an image separately from one of those holidays and shows me and Mick just ambling along in Sannat, as usual putting the world to rights, it is how I will always remember us. The last time I saw Mick was when we visited Sannat in September 2019 with our sister, Hazel, it was the first time Hazel had visited Mick and Pam in France and I'm so glad that she had, what turned out to be the last chance, to spend some time with him. Mick was so happy that Hazel had come with us so that he could show her his and Pam's home and the village they had come to love. It is three days neither of us will ever forget. I never heard Mick say a bad word about anyone or anyone say a bad word about him, he was one of the truly good guys and I'm so proud to have had him as my brother. I will miss him terribly.

You will be more than truely missed mick rip.

So so sorry, you and Mick what a fantastic partnership, he was a character full of fun enjoyed the banter between Anthony and him Cardiff against Millwall, we'll have a toast to Mick with Anthony's home brew we know he was partial to a drop of it. All our love, thoughts and prayers are with you and Bradford.xx❤️❤️

So so sorry, the two of you together were perfect, what a character full of fun enjoyed the banter between Anthony and him, Cardiff against Millwall. We'll take a toast to him with Anthony's home brew we know he was partial to a drop of it. All our love, thoughts and prayers are with you and Bradford xx ❤️❤️

On Tuesday night I lost a friend, a mentor, a man who bought so much to my life, so much joy, so many firsts, so many great moments that I can’t even begin to comprehend that he’s gone, that my Dad has gone and I’ll never get to see his smiling face ever again. We’ll never get to celebrate a last-minute winner for our beloved Millwall, not that there were too many of them down the decades, we’ll never get to drink a beer in a south London boozer ever again, we’ll never eat fish & chips at the Regency in Brighton or pie & mash at Manze’s near his childhood home on Peckham High Street again. All that sounds very sad and it is but the thing that keeps me going right now are my memories of him and there are so many, so so many in fact I could easily fill a book, and in every single one of them he is happy. Whether it be the night, on holiday in NYC in 2000, that having left CBGB’s late I got a taxi back to the hotel we were staying in only to find the room empty. A brief moment of panic was soon silenced as moments later I walked over to a 9th Avenue bar we’d holed up in on our arrival and discover him holding court to the waifs and strays off those Hell’s Kitchen streets and each and every one of them was captivated. I have a photo of him from that holiday on my wall, next to one of my Mum, and there is just so much life coming from him it is hard to imagine that star has now stopped shining. I beg for your patience as I recover from this loss and look forward to seeing you all on the other side of this nightmare that has robbed so many of us of their most loved ones and please have a thought for my mother, a deeply private person, who has lost her best friend of 60+ years.

Sad news. Pleasure to have met you. “Mick was a braw lad”