...Gary O'Reilly was a funny one. A bit serious (in a 'serious artist' way), but knew his stuff. But we went to the pub afterwards, and he was relaxed and fine - he's more than happy to talk about his collection of mullets from back in the day. As much as I was feeling a little bit tense about that one, he texted me the next day to say he really enjoyed it. People, eh?
I thought it odd how he didn't really enter the spirit... little humour or humility... while on Fighting Talk when I heard him he usually seemed generous in recalling his times at The Goldstone...
While he was ranting on about Spurs etc. I was taken back to the first time I saw him play full back for the Seagulls at home, and even then he didn't seem to get what the crowd were wanting him to do. At one point he had the ball at he feet, standing motionless just outside his own 18 yard box for what seemed like an age without much clue what to do with the ball with teammates running about looking for space. GO'R couldn't be bothered to do anything himself... to which the crowd started jeering expecting something creative... but all he did swear as the crowd and pass the ball back 10 yards to Moseley/Corrigan (can't remember which) - ad nauseam.
I think in the same situation on Saturday, Gordon Greer would have taken the ball to the opponents 18 yard line by himself... and then found no one to pass to...