Another Aussie icon. A West Australian great. Chosen well before his time to walk through Heaven's gate. The man we all admired, respected and adored, Was placed into the draft and was hand-picked by the Lord. He was passionate and humble, courteous and fair Loyal and good-humoured, both on and off the air. The consummate professional, a master of his trade His reputation's one that time itself will never fade. A fiercely proud ambassador for all sports in our State His easy going nature made him everybody's mate. Not afraid to have his say and give his point of view He was the man that every West Australian felt they knew. Olympic Games, Davis Cups and all things in between He'd start with "I suspect..." and then go on to paint the scene. His colourful descriptions made us feel like we were there Without a hunt of ego which - in roles like his - is rare. He never chased the spotlight, he never courted glory He always knew, no matter what, the athletes were the story. Totally unbiased and guided by the facts To callers he was welcoming, engaging and relaxed. His anecdotes were famous and held listeners in a trance Like when he used dynamic lifter on his indoor plants. The way he hated mobile phones, despised those ATMs Technologically inept, right to the very end. The news that he had passed away - it came as such a shock. I thought he was invincible. The Legend from Bruce Rock. And even now it's something I find hard to comprehend We've lost a colleague, workmate, mentor. And weíve lost our friend. And still our hearts are heavy and our tears are not yet dry We wish we had just one more chance so we could say goodbye. We'll reminisce, remember. We'll cry, we'll laugh, we'll grieve. But most of all weíll miss him. More than he'd believe. Book jacket.