I was at Wembley when he scored that try from inside his own half and he also kicked a goal from the halfway line. How they gave the Lance Todd to Ray Ashby is as big a mystery to me as some of Billy Thomson's decisions
He used to stand on Winwick Street every morning waiting for a lift when I was going to Central Station and he always had a cheerful smile and time for a chat.
He was a superb natural athlete who all the young kids idolised but, more than that, in spite of his talents and in a game liberally sprinkled with nutcases he was a modest, genial gentleman. Rest in Peace