Oh My god... it's Rexie J.
No. 10 wasn't it?
Tell me about the three goals you kicked on Kerley in that last quarter, after coming back from injury and sitting on the bench watching Neil Hawke get monstered, pulverised, smashed in front of an umpire too scared to blow the whistle...
You won the game.
And Hawke stalked off into the sunset, tugging the cord of his dressing gown into a knot, and never came back.
My father, sitting next to me in the George Giffen Stand said it was the worst call Fos Williams ever made.
But you won the game.
And a little later, we won the Premiership. Again.
Not the real one but he was my idol back in those days. Yes, the days when a cartilage injury virtually meant the end of your career.. Rex was an absolute brilliant mark. Kicking distance 40 yards max.
A different era my friend.