I lost half my finger in spokes of bicycle when I was 6. My friend had stabilisers on his bike and stuck in a pothole so pedalling but going nowhere. I put my hand on back mudguard to push and hand slipped in chain. Took ring finger on right hand clean off. Hardly felt a thing. Went to neighbours for plaster (closest house) as thought cut my hand. My friend mum looked at it and fainted, another neighbour organised me to get taken to A&E by council lorry who were putting up new fences at the time. I was gutted as not going in ambulance with siren going. Bertie Peacock (who played for Northern Ireland, Celtic, Coleraine and managed Northern Ireland) visited me every day in hospital as his son Russell had broken his leg and on same ward. I was pretending I was Giacomo Agostini in North West 200 round Portrush, Portstewart, Coleraine when I got off my bike to help my friend. It was a Thursday practice of North West and Agostini not even racing. My friend at time was my best friend and we were friend's for years. He ended up hanging himself as his wife wouldn't let him see his kids. I recently got in touch with his daughter as she wanted stories or her dad.