I've never read Artie's book but I'd like to....... I can just imagine the part about him meeting Col for the first time.. maybe something like this........
" 'twas a golden late autumn afternoon in 1973 as we played The Jets at Henson Park.Early in the match , I heard a deep, rumbling sound,I glanced down at my stomach thinking " surely it can't be me,I had six garlo's before I ran on!!"
Everyone started looking at me," IT'S NOT ME!" I yelled,as they gestured and shouted at me.
Thats when an irresistable force hit me and drove me four inches into the Henson pitch, I lapsed into unconsciousness.
When I woke up in hospital nine days later,I asked the doctor, who was the madman who had driven the truck onto Henson Park during the game.
The doctor smiled kindly" There was no truck there Mr Beetson."
B@#$$%t!! there was a truck I could hear the engine rumbling!!" I cried
"That was no truck" replied the doctor,"that was Col Casey's boots just before he hit you"............................
was it anything like that ,Greg?