Remember him well. He was a tall, slim, silky-skilled winger/inside forward who sported a Charltonesque combover and formed a dangerous partnership up front with Martin Chivers and Jimmy Greaves. I was there that day, the penultimate game of the ‘67/68 season, when we faced that trio at WHL and won 3-1, Greaves scoring their consolation goal just before the end of the game. Another opposition player of my City-supporting past sadly gone. RIP.