Wrexham AFC Elliot Lee Involved in Tragic Accident, Rushed to Hospital Immediately
The sky over Wrexham was gray that Thursday morning, heavy with the kind of clouds that press down on a town’s spirit. Just hours before the club’s final training session ahead of the season-defining match against Notts County, the community was shaken by harrowing news—head coach Daniel “Danny” Price had been rushed to Wrexham Maelor Hospital following a serious car accident on the A483 bypass.
According to eyewitnesses, Price’s black Audi was struck from the side by a lorry that lost control in the wet conditions. Emergency responders were on the scene within minutes, extracting the 42-year-old from the mangled wreckage with the aid of the Jaws of Life. Conscious but in visible pain, Price reportedly told paramedics, “Make sure the lads are ready. We’ve still got a job to finish.”
The call came through to assistant coach Malik Thompson as he led warm-ups at the Racecourse Ground. At first, he didn’t believe it.
“What do you mean, Danny’s in a crash?” Malik had said, frozen mid-sentence. But as more details trickled in, the truth settled like a weight on the team’s shoulders.
Back in the locker room, the players were stunned. Captain Ben Williams, who had known Danny since their academy days, sat silently, staring at the floor. “He’s not just a coach,” Ben said quietly. “He’s like a brother to us all.”
Price, who took over the struggling club just three seasons ago, was widely credited with engineering Wrexham’s rise back to League Two prominence. A former midfielder whose playing career was cut short by a knee injury at 29, Danny had always carried an underdog’s fire. That same drive brought him to Wrexham, a team with a proud past and a desperate future, until he reignited its soul.
But now, on the eve of their most important match in decades, he lay unconscious in a hospital bed, fighting for his life.
Hospital officials reported that Price had suffered a concussion, several broken ribs, and internal bleeding. He was rushed into emergency surgery within the hour. The entire Wrexham squad, training staff, and club officials waited outside the hospital lobby, some pacing, others whispering prayers.
Owner Rob McElhenney, who was in Los Angeles at the time, reportedly caught the next available flight. Ryan Reynolds, co-owner and vocal supporter of Price, issued a statement via social media:
> “Danny is the heart of this club. Our thoughts and every ounce of strength we have go out to him and his family. We are all with you, Coach.”
The fans, too, responded in force. Dozens gathered outside the hospital, red scarves tied to the gate, candles flickering in the soft April drizzle. A large banner hung over the entrance: “We Fight With Danny.”
Back at the training ground, Malik made the decision to cancel the day’s session.
“They need space,” he told the press. “We’re not just preparing for a match. We’re holding each other together.”
That night, news broke that Price had survived the surgery but remained in critical condition. The relief was tempered by uncertainty—doctors wouldn’t speculate on when, or if, he would fully recover. For the players, the ambiguity hit hard.
Striker Callum Ayres, known for his fiery personality on the pitch, choked up during a late interview.
“He believed in me when nobody else would,” Ayres said. “He gave me a second chance. The least we can do is win Saturday—for him.”
In the days that followed, Wrexham transformed. What was supposed to be a high-pressure buildup to a pivotal fixture became a rallying point for a team, a city, and a dream.
The morning of the match, the team arrived wearing black armbands stitched with Danny’s initials. As they warmed up on the field, the crowd in the stands began a spontaneous chant:
“Danny Price! Red and white!”
“Danny Price! Stand and fight!”
Tears welled in Malik’s eyes as he watched from the sideline. He knew Danny would’ve hated all the drama. He wasn’t a man who liked the spotlight. He preferred the grind—the early mornings, the long talks with young players, the hand on the shoulder when things went wrong.
Kickoff came. Ninety minutes of blood, sweat, and relentless pressing followed.
And then, in the 87th minute, with the score tied at 1–1, Callum Ayres darted past two defenders and rocketed a shot into the top left corner. The stadium exploded.
Arms raised to the sky, Ayres sprinted to the dugout and held up his armband. The entire bench surged forward. Malik looked upward, then to the camera, and whispered, “That one’s for you, brother.”
The final whistle blew. Wrexham had won.
That night, the club announced that Danny Price had regained consciousness. The doctors were optimistic—he was responsive, aware, and the first words out of his mouth were, “Did we beat them?”
Malik, who had been at his bedside, laughed through the tears. “Yeah, boss. We did.”
In the weeks that followed, Danny began his long road to recovery. His absence left a gap, but also inspired unity. Players began calling it “The Price Effect”—the way one man’s courage had lifted a team, and a town, to something higher.
And though he wasn’t on the pitch, in every pass, tackle, and goal, Danny Price’s spirit remained—etched into the very heartbeat of Wrexham AFC.
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