From Zak

I remember hearing max before i first saw him- henderson hall trials in the 1st few weeks of my uni- he was babbling on over-excited on the sideline (obviously itching to play), trying to scout talent for the next years play- lets be honest he could have chosen 10 other chumps and he would have won the league by himself anyway- but it was his london accent and mop of hair that I first noticed- the way he walked I honestly thought he couldn't play football- he was looked so gangly- how wrong can you be. He was someone you liked instantly, because he had this way about him that relaxed people instantly- it was almost like he brought out the best in people, every1 was the person they wanted to be round him- you could have told the worst joke and you know that boy would have smiled- might have told you it was poor but would have laughed no doubt- his foot was like superglue. I remember when we went paint balling at the end of the year and max breezes out of his house half hour late and hadn't been to sleep all night- the whole day i think he fired his gun twice- he jus found a trench deep enough and hid the whole match cos he didn't want to get shot- he was definitely a lover not a fighter- not that he wouldn't stand up for his friends- he seemed capable of resolving anything- i looked upto him so much- anyone who spoke about uni football knew max- he was synonymous with football, a real talent- alternating between a fag and an inhaler at half time- but he had the ability to create a spark on those shit wet pitches down at long benton. lots of love maxxy boy, i miss you very much, zak