Just the two colours, then. But he did demonstrate a
wholeness, harmony
and a certain radiance within his few allotted frames of reference.
Occupying that neglected space between Association Football and
Hopalong Cassidy, Roy bestrode a small but intense space in the
zeitgeist. Always
ending with a roar of approval (or disapproval) from the proletarian
masses
in the terraces, a tactical tip for the youg 'uns and a sultry "So
long, pards..."