"It fell to my lot," Mr. Hunter observed, "to 'boss' the Collier lads in a match against Barrow, and as a good many reserve men were included in the team, victory did not look by any means certain, or even probable. However, before leading my colleagues onto the field I addressed a few words to them, pointing out the golden opportunity they had of covering themselves with glory - and mud! And sure enough, the glory - along with the mud - came our way, as the contest terminated in a victory for us by one dropped goal to nothing." Mr. Hunter thought that the surprising feature of the game was not the victory, but the fact that he himself dropped the goal. He does not remember that he ever repeated the performance, but we seem to have some recollection of him once scoring a very clever try against Leigh on the Frog-lane ground. Didn't he o that occasion get the leather at his toes in his own half, and dribble through a bunch of Leigh players to score in a favourable position?

Mr. Hunter says that when the famous Maori team visited Wigan on the 17th December, 1888, "he assisted Wigan to lose!" and then "In my usual position at half-back I was opposed by a burly wing forward, probably fourteen stone man, who pounced on me every time I touched or attempted to touch the ball. As my playing weight was from nine and half to ten stone, I was usually the 'bottom dog.' and I was sore accordingly for many days afterwards. The ancient war cry of the Maori is, 'Ake, Ake! Kia Kaha,' which means 'For ever and ever be strong.' That particular forward proved conclusively to me that he was faithfully carrying out the ancient command of his forefathers."

Mr. Hunter was tried on a couple of occasions in the Possible team against the Probables for Lancashire, but he is open to confess that in each trial he gave a poor display. We well remember the period in the Wigan Club's history when an epidemic of "cap" presentations broke out. Many of the players were the recipients of beautiful plum-coloured velvet caps, adorned with heaps of gold braid and huge gilt tassels, the gifts of groups of their admirers. At one stage it looked as though Mr Hunter had no admirers, but that gentleman had afterwards reason to think that he who laughs last is usually the best pleased. The lady members decided that Mr. Hunter should have a cap, and it is now amongst the most treasured mementos of his football days.

The football career of "Jack" Hunter ended in a match against Widnes, when he had the misfortune to get his collar bone broken. During his enforced rest it dawned upon him that he was never likely to make a living by playing football, and as responsibilities in other directions were accumulating, he decided to retire, although with a good deal of regret, leaving, as he says, "his old and respected colleagues, J. Slevin, J. Anderton, E. Bullough, W. Atkinson, W. Halliwell, and others to uphold the honour and prestige of Goold old Wigan."

Mr. Hunter now holds an important post in Rotherham. May the Fates ever be kindly disposed towards him.