About 6 years ago in Millbrook, I arranged for some of the Saints in the community lot to come and have a kickabout with some of the clients I worked with. This was some group of lads in Millbrook who were largely youth offenders, that sort of thing, and Franny turned up. All the lads didn't know who he was, and when they worked it out they all told him he was ****. To be fair, they were too young to remember him properly, but I thought it was cool to have him there. He was happy to have a kickabout with the boys, and I of course joined in. For some reason I, with my memories of his combative style and no nonsense tackles, felt it would be a good thing to give him some of his own medicine in a jovial sort of way, as I was on the other team. So I charged in and did tackle him hard, he ended up on his ass on some astroturf, and he looked at me as if to say "what the hell are you playing at?". Seems he didn't understand why I would do such a thing, so it was sort of awkward.