I once walked on the pitch late at night after a game at HSC and there was sawdust in Henry's prints on his run up.
Eveey one of his strides was literally a long jump for me, he was an unbelievable athlete, as was his brother Victor, who played Zim rugby.
That household must have had a very interesting dynamic. Whilst Henry generally liked white folk, or the guys that were decent to him, Victor was hugely anti- the exact polar opposite of his brother.
