Leather Soul

‘A young, naive kid, with a brand-new football. Over time, the leather aged from the bumps along the trail. The Footscray winters and some glorious liniment-scented afternoons. All of the laughs, the scraps, the yarns and characters. The game. It all left a mark on me, on my soul.’

Bob Murphy has never been a typical footballer. Music buff, Age columnist and Winnebago driver, he is as comfortable i...