When our Godfather took over he brought over the Greatest players and turned us to the Greatest club ever .
The Pinnacle of our Greatness was our one and only Incomparable Immortal Bob Fulton
HALL OF FAME
Bob Fulton: The complete footballer who became a most deserving Immortal
You don't choose your family or your rugby league gods. My team and my hero was and always will be
Bob Fulton's Manly-Warringah. As a seven-year-old wearing the Manly No.4 jersey I was Bobby Fulton, and that, for me, was peak rugby league.
It's not personal bias that still places Fulton on a pedestal.
When rugby league's first four Immortals were named in 1981, Fulton was just two years into retirement, yet there was no question of him being named alongside Clive Churchill, Johnny Raper and Reg Gasnier.
Perhaps the best indicator of Fulton's greatness is a roll-call of those try-scoring outside backs not judged to be quite in the same class: contemporaries like Steve Rogers, Mick Cronin, Graeme Langlands (made an Immortal in 1999), Ken Irvine, John Brass and Mark Harris.
Among those who followed were Brett Kenny, Mal Meninga, Laurie Daley, Michael O'Connor, Gene Miles, Brad Fittler and Darren Lockyer. Great players all, none as great as Fulton. How good would you have to be to outrank those names?
One criterion for Immortals voting is that the judges have to have seen the player. Fulton's acceleration, his powerhouse tackling and his innate sense of how to read and win games remain fresh. Videotape helps, but sometimes memory has to fill in the gaps.
Fulton's club career high points were the three premierships he won with Manly in 1972, 1973 and 1976. Brilliant in 1972, the mature game-manager in 1976, he was at his peak in the finals series of 1973.
The grand final against Cronulla is rugby league legend. Ian Heads likened it to a bar-room brawl. The players of both sides, wrote Alan Clarkson, were sent out with "a licence to kill", and the writer congratulated those who survived.
Mal Reilly didn't, after being floored by a late tackle in the second minute. The brutality from both sides, with Tommy Bishop, Cliff Watson, John O'Neill, Fred Jones, Peter Peters and Terry Randall to the fore, has to be seen to be believed.
But then there is Fulton. He almost starts the scoring, drawing two tacklers on the right flank to put Irvine down the wing. Then he slices through again on the left to put Graham Eadie in for what should be the first try, but the pass Fulton receives from Johnny Mayes is judged forward.
Centres played both sides of the field, and Fulton was dynamic on both. His completeness as a footballer sets him apart. There is his speed, a distinctive low running style, the ball cradled loosely in his right arm, a very slight head-bobsignalling the line-breaking acceleration.
But there is also his scheming, his probing, his sense of exactly when to run and when to pass, when to chip-kick, when to put a teammate through. And his defence: on several occasions in the 1973 grand final he punctures a Cronulla raid with a front-on tackle.
Late in the first half, the game is transformed when dummy-half Fred Jones drifts across field and flick-passes to Fulton. Within a blink, Fulton has beaten four tacklers to score under the posts.
It's a 2018 play, 45 years ago. Then, the game-breaker. Eighteen minutes into the second half, from a scrum win near halfway, Fulton does a run-around with Ian Martin, who feeds Eadie. The Wombat runs over two tacklers before lobbing a pass towards Ray Branighan.
It's not going to make it, and the play will probably break down, until Fulton, with that uncanny awareness, continues looping around, gathers the Eadie pass, and scoots around the outside of Cronulla's Rick Bourke and Rogers to score in the corner.
This is one man taking personal charge of a grand final as has seldom been done before or since. Fulton's two tries were enough to drag a 10-7 win out of the bloodbath.
Video is not always enough to secure immortality. In the major semi-final the previous year, Fulton scored another try in the Brewongle Stand corner after running across-field and around the entire Sharks backline.
It sticks in the memory as one of the greatest individual tries ever scored in a big match, but the tape is lost. Did it happen? It must have: we replayed it on our local oval all summer.
Fulton's completeness as a footballer – runner, tackler, organiser, chip-kicker, match-winner, leader – has perhaps only been rivalled by Andrew Johns, whose repertoire included goal-kicking.
Fulton did, however, pot 59 field goals in a lower-scoring era when the one-pointer carried more weight, including a critical one in the 1972 grand final win over Eastern Suburbs.
After the 1976 premiership, Fulton left for Easts, a heartbreaker for Manly fans, but he returned to coach the Sea Eagles to premierships in 1987 and 1996.
Alongside his club career, he went on four Kangaroos tours and played in four World Cups, represented Australia 52 times and was captain and then coach of the country to which he had emigrated from England as a child.
There is no sugar-coating the fact that Fulton was also an irritant on the field and a controversial figure off it. He was as competitive a person as has ever played the game, seeking every possible advantage, but you were never in doubt.
Rugby league was a more honest sport and less prone to hypocrisy and the cultivation of public image. "Bozo" was a genius and a little ball of excitement, far from universally popular but an out-and-out winner. If you loved him, you would love him to the end.