The blond Mohican haircut. Socks down at his ankles and shirt hanging out his shorts. On visuals alone, it’s easy to form a perception of Harry McKirdy.
The words cocky and arrogant immediately spring to mind. A London wide boy who’s got too big for his boots. That’s the image. That’s what comes into your head when you see him on the pitch for Hibs struggling to even get a shot on target. Then you meet him. And you quickly realise that all is not as it seems with McKirdy. He’s refreshingly honest, for a start. But more than that, there’s actually a shyness about the 26-year-old.
A vulnerability. His humility certainly doesn’t sit with the preconceived ideas that seem to have hung over the striker ever since he arrived in Edinburgh. This guy doesn’t need people having a pop. He needs someone to put an arm around him. And listening to the desperation in his voice to be a success at Easter Road you can’t help but want it for him.
