Fryatt’s renown was not his goal

I Nthe 1994 World Cup soccer final played in the Rose Bowl, Brazil and Italy went 120 minutes withoutscoringagoal.

Jimmy Fryatt, conversely, who was 79 when he died Friday at his home in Seven Hills, once scored one four seconds after kickoff.

The native of Southampton, United Kingdom, Fryatt was a former assistant coach for the North American Soccer League’s Las Vegas Quicksilvers and the father of former UNLV golfing great Edward Fryatt. Some time before that, he found the back of the net in a blink of an eye while playing for Bradford Park Avenue against Tranmere Rovers in a English Football League game.

This happened in 1964. Sports writers on the other side of the pond still talk about it.

“Fryatt kicked off, Charlie Atkinson, the right half, took it on, passing to outside-right Sam Lawrie. He cut back in, giving it to inside-right Kevin Hector, who played a through ball to a charging Fryatt to smash home.”

James Corrigan of the London Telegraph was born a few years after Fryatt tallied the hypersonic goal.

“But it says so much about

the scope of its celebrity that, more than a decade after it, at least five of us children in a small South Wales town would try desperately to re-enact it on a daily basis,” Corrigan wrote in 2019.

Like so many of us who have not scored a professional goal in four seconds, or even 120 minutes, Jimmy Fryatt never left Las Vegas after arriving here with the Quicksilvers.

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“Soft-spoken, great sense of humor and probably one of the best headers of a soccer ball I’ve ever seen,” said former UNLV soccer coach Barry Barto, a teammate of Fryatt’s with the 1973 NASL champion Philadelphia Atoms who would coach Fryatt’s son, Sean, at Philadelphia Textile (now Jefferson University).

That skill is what separated Jimmy Fryatt, who scored 205 goals over an 18-year playing career in England’s lower divisions, from the other goal snipers of his era.

It also may have been responsible for turning the last 10 years of his life into a foggy haze representative of a homeland he no longer remembered.

“We think he probably had CTE,” Val Fryatt, Jimmy’s wife, said about the degenerative disease known as chronic traumatic encephalopathy. “I had already arranged with

Boston University for a sliver of his brain tissue to be tested and analyzed.”

Sean Fryatt was a former high school soccer star at Valley High who was inducted into the Thomas Jefferson Athletic Hall of Fame after scoring 38 goals for Philadelphia Textile. He said before his dad’s memory faded, they often spoke of striking a heavy leather soccer ball with a sudden flick of the head on sodden English evenings.

“There were guys who would intentionally miss the ball because if they made contact, they would get knocked out,” Sean Fryatt said of an inherent risk of heading a crossing pass onto goal when it rains.

Added longtime Las Vegas soccer referee and family friend John Kennedy: “The (leather ball) bladders were like concrete, and Jimmy probably scored more goals with his napper (Scottish word for head) than anybody I’ve known.”

Goals and whiskers

Dick Calvert, UNLV’S longtime public address announcer and former play-byplay voice of the short-lived Quicksilvers, was Fryatt’s roommate during the 1977 NASL season. He said Jimmy’s mutton chop sideburns were thicker than the sod on some of the pitches on which