Today I read two stories online. Both journalists are my favorites. These two have walked right up to the edge…clung on to the edge, often blistered and scared in the process, but they always delivered, when they went down to the pits - “# 9 gold” – their say it as it is stories. They hit the keyboards with heart They have no masters per se. Their masters are their conscience and fidelity to the game. But most important they stuck their necks out despite being maligned and they even put their jobs on the line – DEFENDING THEIR PEERS. If peers had friends like these two, they fear no enemies.
To these two I dedicate this top-charting classic of the mid 50s.
This dedication is also extended to sports journalists/editors who expressly impressed me in those years when I spent more hours on the field than at home; these did not report the game, they READ the game they witnessed, commented and not just report – Fauzi Omar, Lazarus Rokk, George Das, Selva, the late Francis Emmanuel, the late Normal Sieble , Cheryll Dorall, Tony Danker, Tony Francis, Terrence Netto and Maurice Khoo. If I have forgotten some please blame it on a fading memory….but mostly because we have not touched flesh or knocked down a few recently.
WHAT THE HECK, I NEED TO SALUTE YOU HACKS!