Occupation: Commentator Birth: October 16, 1923 Death: January 19, 2010
My goodness, that wee ball's gone so high there'll be snow on it when it comes down..
He's like a demented ferret up a wee drainpipe..
I look at Colin Meads and see a great big sheep farmer who carried the ball in his hands as though it was an orange pip..
Those props are as cunning as a bag o' weasels..