The first time I saw two-time Carlton premiership player Peter Bosustow was on a grainy VHS tape of the 1978 WAFL grand final where he kicked one of the greatest goals ever seen.
He intercepted a kick in and then danced around his opponents with all the grace and grit of Rudolf Nureyev, before booting a goal from the boundary line with a waterlogged ball that had gained a couple of pounds from the torrential rain. It was hypnotic, mesmerising and electrifying.
