Even at the tender age of ten to fifteen, when I watched Everton from the first season after the war, I could see how important Peter Farrell was to the Everton team. He was a shortish, stocky (some would say plumpish) build but he worked non-stop for 90 minutes. He would be running just as hard in the 90th minute as in the first minute. His face was a deep red in colour from his exertions. My favourite player was Tommy Jones the centre-half but Peter Farrell was my hero. I remember going to support England in a International at Goodison against Ireland. Ireland were winning 1 - 0 and I was behind the goal when Peter Farrell scored Ireland's second goal and allegiances forgotten, I jumped up and down cheering like mad. It was the first time England had lost a game on home soil.