I was lucky enough to have seen him play from '63 onward in a number of games.
The most memorable was the first game that I ever attended. I walked to Henson Park with my dad. It was a sunny day, much like today.
The crowd was small and we were early so we sat on the fence on half way.
The sounds of collisions, the smells of the liniment and the speed of the players still lingers with me. Johnny King flashing down the sideline to score in the corner and do a forward roll seems like it happened yesterday.
That day was May 12, 1963. 51 years ago exactly and Reg Gasnier's 24th birthday.
His brilliance captured my imagination and I became him in every game of tip on the road or tackle in the park that I played with my South's supporting mates.
Rugby league, will for me, never be the same again.
Oh and we won 25-7