That wasn’t to say that Johnny wasn’t a good friend of mine. He was. He was the first one to step in to defend the three of us and always kept his word. If Cap told you he would do something, it got done, and if he told you he’d be somewhere, you didn’t have to worry about him not showing up. His word was good, his heart was gold, his love life was private, his lips were sealed, and his devotion to rugby was unmatched.
