After the game and everybody went crazy...running on the pitch in them days, to meet your heros, were common place.
Doing a conga.
Bob Jackson came over to me and took my quarter panel hat and put it on his own head. I saw it on a guardian and rugby leaguer picture in celebratory photos of that day.
Of-course I was thrilled. I saw him some years later just before he returned to OZ, He was on the bins, I think. I asked him about that day and that panel hat...He said he still had it.
