In scenes that will shock the millionaire Chelsea ace, Ted
Terry, 55, fixed a deal to supply an undercover News of the World
team with the illegal Class A drug.
As he handed over three wraps of coke in the toilet of an Essex
wine bar, Ted trousered £40 profit and told us: "The stuff's all
right. I get off on it."
Ted heaped SHAME on the England captain by fixing a secret drug
deal - then asked an undercover News of the World investigator not
to mention his famous son.
After selling three grams of cocaine to our man, who pretended
to be buying for his wealthy boss, Ted insisted:
"This is just between me and you. DON'T tell him that I'm John
Terry's dad. I can't have this going back, I'm not saying that
they'll say anything, but you never know.
"You CAN'T tell them I'm John Terry's dad. I've just got them a
load of gear."
The entire deal was captured on video at the Unit 4 wine bar in
Chafford Hundred, Essex, on Thursday.
And while Chelsea skipper John, 28 - who today faces his biggest
Premier League match of the season against Manchester United - is
worth £10 million and rakes in £160,000 a week, dad Ted, 55, was
happy to arrange the sale of illegal cocaine for a profit of just
£40, the price of a gram for himself.
The scandal comes just seven months after John's mum Sue
embarrassed him with an £800 shoplifting raid on Marks &
Spencer and Tesco.
We launched our investigation two months ago following a tip-off
that Ted was laying on drug transactions. Our team watched him at
the bar where he spends most afternoons drinking lager just a few
yards from his home.
We saw first-hand how the father of the man leading the nation's
bid to win next summer's World Cup boasts of a close relationship
with his loyal and trusting son, who has no idea of his shady
sideline.
Ted bragged how his boy had given him a £15,000 Rolex watch as
an early Christmas present. Holding court with his drinking pals,
jobless Ted revealed he doesn't need to work because John had
bought him a mortgage-free house and tickets for luxury family
holidays to Dubai and Florida.
On Thursday Ted, who is separated from John's mum, was dressed
in three-quarter length shorts, sweater, white socks and trainers -
and sporting a Remembrance Day poppy - as he propped up the bar at
his local.
Our reporter. who was posing as a chauffeur was also at the bar,
with his 'multi-millionaire clients' sat across the room.
The investigator explained to Ted and his pals how he would be
taking the boss and his guest to a lap dancing club later that
night.
As our man asked advice where to take them, Ted's mate Leon
chipped in and asked if they took drugs and wanted to buy
cocaine.
Ted's eyes lit up at the prospect of a money-making deal and he
seemed keen to muscle in and get Leon out of the way.
"I ain't being funny," he interrupted. "But with the sort of
money he's got he ain't gonna buy s*** like we get round
here.
"I mean, he's a f***ing multi- millionaire. You don't pay 40
quid a gram for s*** when you're a f***ing
multi-millionaire!"
Ted then turned to another pal and said: "These geezers want a
bit of Charlie, a good bit though." Seizing the opportunity, Ted
asked our man: "How much does he want?"
Then he hustled to make a profit on the deal asking: "Is he
treating the boys? Tell him we'll get him it if he treats the boys
to an ounce each."
After being asked if the cocaine Leon could supply was good, Ted
pulled our man to one side and scoffed: "Don't talk b****cks! You
can't go around giving them f***ing s***.
"No, you can't f***ing do that. You'll get the sack!" Feigning
familiarity with the drugs scene, our man claimed that he usually
bought from a dealer in west London, to which Ted replied: "Yeah
but it's normally s*** though, innit?
"I could get you a bit. How much would you want?"
The reporter told him it would be three grams of cocaine and
asked the price. Ted said: "Three grams? £120. It's £40
each."
He promised that his supplier would visit the bar to drop off
the drugs within 15 minutes - provided the punters had ready
cash.
"Have they got the money?" he demanded. "Because they're not
gonna pay on f***ing Barclaycard or nothing like that are they?
"Go and get the money. When YOU'VE got the dosh I'LL phone him.
But I ain't gonna say come over here if you ain't got the dosh on
you.
"Me mate don't want to be hanging about. It ain't the sort of
business where you drive round with loads in your car, or else
you'll get a tug (caught by the police).
"D'you know what I'm saying? All he wants to do is come over
here, go bosh, bosh, cash, see you later, bye and that's
it."
At that point we asked Ted if the stuff he could lay on was any
good. "Yeah, it's all right," he boasted. "I get off on it. It's
not that bad. "I mean, you could get f***ing better. I mean they're
multi-millionaires, I'd think they could get better
anyway.
"My mate, he's the b****cks - he never runs out. "He's always
got it. He's not like a lot of these people you phone and they go,
'Oh I ain't got none until next week, I've got to wait for me money
to come.' He's only a young kid and he works his b****cks off and
he's got loads of money."
Ted then disappeared outside to phone the dealer. He came back a
few moments later and said: "Sorted. You've got to sort out the
money though."
Our man handed him two £50 notes and two £10 notes. As he
counted it, Ted calmly said: "He ain't paying for mine then? He
should have treated me shouldn't he, for getting it for him?"
So our man went back to ask the boss for an extra £40 - the
price of a gram for Ted - for setting up the deal. Ted's grin
returned when he was handed another four tenners. He said:
"Honestly mate, it's good stuff." And, pointing to pal Leon across
the bar, he added: "Better than HIS anyway!"
After receiving a phone call Ted left the bar to meet his
cocaine supplier who was waiting outside in a car. He returned with
a swagger a few minutes later and beckoned our man into the
toilets.
Ted then handed over three packs of white powder wrapped in
paper ripped from a comic, and whispered: "It's good stuff, try a
bit."
Ted disappeared into a cubicle for five minutes. Afterwards he
approached our man asking him for his verdict on the cocaine,
asking: "Was that all right, yeah?"
To convince Ted he had taken some, our man told him it had
numbed his gums, a common side-effect of the drug.
Ted replied: "Numbs the gums? Well it will do, proper stuff
weren't it? I said it's all right didn't I?"
With an eye on setting up more deals between the pusher and his
wealthy new contacts, Ted said: "If they're happy with it, talk to
me and I'll talk to him and I'll most probably be able to get you
discount.
"I can most probably get it f***ing cheaper but he don't know
you, so he's charging you the right price, know what I mean? "But
if they want whatever, then I'll sort you out."
Ted then repeated his boast that the cocaine was good quality
and not cut with cheap additives to make the drug go
further.
Talking of his supplier again, he said: "He don't, chop, chop,
chop, chop, chop. . . he earns what he earns and he's happy with
it."
It was at that point Ted urged our man not to identify him as
John Terry's dad. But it didn't take long for him to change his
mind. Soon he was revelling in telling our party all about his
superstar son.
Downing pint after pint, Ted held court with his views on
football. He even invited our men to watch his boy play at Stamford
Bridge and urged the fake multi-millionaires to BUY his own
favourite team, West Ham.
As we left the bar Ted told us: "My lifetime dream is to see my
son put a West Ham shirt on. "I'd die a happy man to see him walk
out that tunnel.
"I'm the proudest man around here, honest mate. My son. . . I've
been very fortunate with what he's achieved."
After today's revelations John might not be so proud of his dad.
A Home Office-approved lab confirmed the drugs were genuine, and
illegal. Our shocking dossier of video evidence is now available to
the police - and to YOU at our notw.co.uk website.
