The words were not only being sung for him - but only because of him. Belted out with rarely seen vigour and joy, from faces of strangers he had never laid eyes on eight hours ago.

All the while, the little blond kid in the corner smiled innocently. Not sure what to make of it all. Almost embarrassed being the centre of attention. Not quite game enough to try to fumble over the lyrics on a sheet someone had shoved in front of him moments earlier.

Who could blame him? He had barely spoken a word all day, let alone feel the urge to break out in full voice now.

The kid was Macksville's Phil Hughes, playing his first Sydney grade game for Western Suburbs' second XI in the last fixture of the 2005-06 season

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