In the 1970s and 1980's in Australia, if you played cricket, you had a moustache, an unbuttoned shirt and skinny pants. Pre-season was a lap around the SCG and ice was used to keep the beers cold not bath in post-match. Some fashionistas even wore the occasional safari suit, baby blue: (isn't that right Stumpa?)
Steve 'Jack' Small (He/Him) was all of the above. Strong with facial hair, Mal Meninga thighs and a three-pound bat. The biggest bit of wood ever held by one man without help from a draft horse. If Jack was born in the 1800s he would have replaced his bat with an axe and cut fucking trees down. He could probably ringbark a tree with his bare hands if he wanted to - a true blue Aussie with a hard-earned thirst. He would probably even share a beer with the tree itself after he cut it down. What goes on the field, stays on the field! No hard feelings.
