Michael Slater, when he was out of the Australian Team in 1996/97 was at Gosford's old Graeme Park - a real dump - and playing Foster's Lite Ice one dayers, or somesuch for NSW (the Aussie team was in Melbourne for a ODI vs Pakistan and that was the day Anthony Stuart took a ODI hat-trick). Anyway, they were all signing. So I handed him my 1994/95 Ashes box set Slater card...and he was like 'wow, do you really want me to sign this? Isn't this one of the rare ones?'. By then, the queue stopped, all the NSW players stopped and turned to look. Michael Slater was "Mate, I can't damage this card." I literally had to cajole him to sign it. So he did, in this beautiful handwriting and to this day, it is my most cherished signing/cricket moment. I mean I was 21 at the time, and the queue was all kids and everyone was a bit 'grow up mate' but I'm glad I did it. I thanked him and told him he'd be back in the Test team in no time. I still think he is the most dashing and exciting opener I have seen (yep...you can take your Langer and Hayden and...). Later, he went off the rails a bit, but I was glad he got himself sorted and enjoy his commentary now.
The other was Merv Hughes at the SCG for the Bush Fire appeal match at the beginning of 1994. Just a funny fella and when I was waiting at the back with all the little kids and finally got him to sign my 1993/94 Ashes common, he arced an eyebrow and said "mate, aren't you a bit old for this?" and I smiled and said no. But he signed it nice and neat and then patted me on the head and said "there you go little fella" making everyone laugh, even me.
Pat Symcox at the SCG outer, sharing a cigarette in 1993/94 because the team didn't like him smoking in the rooms. So we sit and chat for about an hour about South Africa, cricket (and mind you I was 17-18 at the time), but a true gentleman. Then he took all my cards and got 'em signed by the players and came back. LEGEND! At the beginning of 2002, the ODI final between NZ and Sth Africa at the SCG, we were having lunch in the city, and we came across the team bus for South Africa. They were all piled in, waiting for Jonty. So they're all yelling "come on Jonty...mate, you are so slow!" None of my mates got sigs, mind you I was 26 at the time, and I asked for Pollock, and someone was joking "he's s#it...you don't want his autograph...have mine." Eventually, my program was handed around the whole bus. They asked me if I wanted a lift and I said yeah, but the manager said no. We bade them good luck and farewell and got going. Anyway, Jonty comes running out and Pollock is all "hey Jonty, Jonty go sign that guys program." So here's Jonty Rhodes, South African legend, legging down the street and I've turned around and Jonty's goes "I have to sign something?" And I just died! Jonty Rhodes, another hero...and he's chased me for a sig. So he signs it, I wish him luck and he bolts back to their mini bus, jumps in and they roar off all acting like a tour bus full of teenagers. Even writing this now, huge smiles.
Steve Waugh at Erina Fair signing his books...just a gentleman. Mark Taylor at Borders Macquarie (where I worked and he was a regular) signing his autobiography. [My young co-worker goes up to his wife and says "Wow! Mark Taylor is in the store!" And the woman replies "I know, he's my husband!"] Gilchrist at Parramatta Dymocks...top bloke.
Sadly, my all time hero, Allan Border (at the same Bushfire Appeal match) told me to "F*** off, I don't sign those cards!" LOL! Gutted. Mark Waugh, Mercantile Mutual Cup 1991 at North Sydney - "where's your f***ing pen?" so I had to borrow one, which pi$$ed him off for some reason (but made me realise to always carry 3-4 different pens). Greg 'Mo' Matthews at the SCG on a rain soaked night for a Mercantile Mutual game - I'd say 1992. And I gave him the previous summer's ING Cup Australian Test card with a biro. The nib broke, getting ink all over the card, his hand and on his pants, resulting in a "Jesus ***ing C****t!" and a dirty look...LOL!
So yeah, you have to be in the right spot at the right time sometimes and you do get good memories. The bad ones, I chalk up.