In September 2002, despite being only 5 foot 8 inches tall and lacking any discernable horizontal leap, I, Greg Gibson, totally messed up my one and only chance of taking a genuine hanger.
The venue was the Bayswater Football Ground and the occasion was the EFL Grand Final between Vermont and East Ringwood. Unfortunately, I played for Croydon and we hadn’t made the finals … it was half time. As is generally the case in September, the weather had faired up enough to make beautiful footy conditions and to tease all the cricketers that would be rained on for the entirety of the following month.
I’d had a couple of beers, enough to make me keen to try things, but not enough to severely limit my physical capabilities. In fact, for that five seconds in time it seemed that my physical limitations had been lifted and I suddenly knew what it was to be Gary Ablett Snr, John Coleman or Tony Modra.