THERE are many types of love. The love between a husband and wife. The love between a parent and a child. Family love.
And there is the special love that joins people who don’t share bloodlines, but end up sharing just about everything else along the journey of life. I love Tommy Hafey.
He was the Tommy who stepped into my life when my father, also called Tom, died when I was still a teenager.
He was the Tommy who, as like any young footballer I had ups and downs with early in my career, picked me up when the ball bounced the wrong way and I got clobbered.
He was the Tommy who pulled me down when I got ahead of myself.
“You’re not that good Kevin, remember you’re just a back pocket player and the world’s got plenty of those.”
He was the Tommy who started out as this huge, almost unreachable figure — my first VFL coach — and over the years became one of my best friends, someone I reached out to almost on a daily basis.
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