At school, I knew a lad from around Knutsford, and he told me he once got a lift from him. I don't know what the connection was, but this lad came from a moneyed family, and maybe Franny lived nearby in Cheshire at the time, so the two families sort of knew each other. This was when Franny was at the height of his powers as a player, by the way. About ’69. He told me that he got talking in the car with him, and at one point, he said to him, “Do you get kicked a lot?”. Franny just pulled up a trouser leg to about the knee, and, according to this lad, it was black and blue with bruises. This lad had no reason to lie to me, and if he was anything he was a bit of a rag fan.
They were tough cookies in them days, and Franny was one of the toughest.