“Bloody hell Jack, my arse is on fire,” he shouted across the mercifully empty terracing of Ayresome Park last week. “I’ve forgot the fucking cream.” Jack: “You bloody dirty little sod, Smithy.” And off Jack went, back to the dressing room and fetched the tube, the contents of which Smithy smoothed into his inflamed bowels before the main stand with his shorts and jock strap rolled down to his knees. One of the truly great sporting pictures of 1975.
