Struth, Tim Bristow indeed. He was actually a very talented footballer, apart from his penchant for thuggery. And his pre-match habit of drinking a few schooners. He was also a good goal-kicker!
He and Ken Yanz were two of the filthiest players I have ever seen, and both played for Gordon, the pride of Sydney's leafy North Shore.
Bristow was a bouncer at the Newport Arms for many years, and the highlight of the night was when some young up-and-coming GPS lad who knew a bit about boxing took him on. Timmy made no pretence of being a pugilist, he just sort of stood there, absorbing the pretty boy's best jabs and so on, until, sooner rather than later he let his guard down a bit, and WHAM. Out like a light.
Next please!
In later life he cut a pretty pathetic figure, he had a stroke when he was only 40 or so, and it was all downhill from there.