I noted that JFH got zero Dally M points, but as usual he was brilliant and was the cornerstone of the pack. If JFH fires, we win. It's that simple.
I marvel at his ability to hit the line, smashing into blokes who are bigger than him and yet he still makes progress forward. He must be incredibly strong for his size (like Paul Gallen was) and he has this fierce determination that is frankly, scary.
One day, people will wear with pride tee-shirts that say "I was trampled over by JFH". Small children will ask with awe "Grandad, tell us about the day you were smashed by JFH".
Grandad will reply "Ahh yes, I remember it like yesterday. He was taking his third hit up of the set and finally, I could see him he was heading my way".
"Oh Grandad, did he have those Shark eyes showing", Grandad smiles "Yes he did, his famous steely stare. Two people in the crowd looked him in the eyes and they fainted just from a mere glance. Luckily, I was focused on his chest, getting ready for impact. I could see him clearly now, he was just metres away and it was my chance to tackle him, just like I dreamed of".
The children gasped, 'What happened next Grandad?". "Well, he did what he always did, he just trampled straight over the top of me, dragging two team mates along the ground. His foot left its mark on my chest. You can still see the imprint to this day".
"Oh, can we see it Grandad?", squealed the smallest child. "Of course, I'm very lucky to have played against him". He stood up and opened his shirt, in the middle of his chest was a perfectly shaped imprint of a boot. "Oh Grandad, he was size 11".
I am quite sure that the bogey man checks under his bed at night to make sure JFH isn't there......
