Casper, named so because of his ability to ghost past
opponents,
and also disappearing when it's his round.
HEIGHT:
7' 6"
PITZ APPEARANCES:
20.
GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Lanky - very lanky. Legs like a pair of tanned pipe
cleaners. Looks a bit like Hen Broon, out of The Broons, without the
'tache. Jings, fancy that.
PITZ GOALS:
70-odd.
PLAYING STYLE:
Another mercurial flying winger in the squad, Graeme is
sharp
in front of goal, although dogged by lack of concentration, and wants to
nutmeg everybody including his own team mates. Runs in a giant arc,
never in
a straight line like Leon (see Profile: Leon Withyman) Recovered well
from a
leg break last year, which happened when he fell off a ladder, whilst
hanging up fairy lights up in his house in Bishopbriggs, near Glasgow.
The previous statement is not true. Neither is the last one.
Also very susceptible to getting 'megged himself, as I proved
magnificently
so a few weeks back, but then again, he can be forgiven......top player
nonetheless.
STRIP:
Generally dark blue, although has been known to horrify his
teammates by wearing a dodgy skimpy grey sweatshirt, with sleeves rolled
up,
making him look like a backing singer for Dexys Midnight Runners (80's
gypsy-style band).
PRE-MATCH MEAL:
- Swears by macaroni cheese & chips. Always has done,
since
he stopped swearing by wolfing 2 bags of jelly beans prior to his Friday
night game. Only a matter of time before it's bananas, porridge, and
lager
diet. Again.
SHOES:
Oh my God. For a reasonable-well paid office worker, Graeme has
the
most shocking pair of sannies I've ever seen - a 25 year old pair of
chewing-gum grey Reeboks - zero tred, and zero cred.
CAREER HIGHLIGHT:
Recovering from his leg-break, and finally achieving
regular status amongst the elite, almost cult-like followers of the
legend
which is, Friday Night Fives. That's us by the way.
