The potato farmer who held Australia captive. I guess running 80 k's into town and back for a mop chop was a good training ground. I remember driving to Westfield Doncaster with my mum to see Cliff come in. From memory it was pissing down. I also remember how good he felt when he crested a hill and saw the lights of Melbourne. Logic tells me it would have been the Hume but for some reason I think it was on the Calder?
