The Saints were playing the Tigers at Moorabbin and big Carl was killing them. He was everywhere - marking, rucking and in his special way making his presence felt.
I was standing in the outer waiting for my mate to arrive (a Tiger supporter) but he did not do so until late in the second quarter. By the time he arrived, the Saints were well in front. He stood beside me for a couple of minutes in which time big Carl took three contested marks and turning to me my mate said "how long has this been going on?". To which I joyfully replied "all day".
What a wonderful moment - what a wonderful memory.
Of course the Saints won.
Barrie Murphy
