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WORK ethic was Warren’s gold standard. In video sessions, he’d always talk up the player who’d worked hardest off the ball, pointing out how their efforts had made a score for someone else. Very often, the guy who’d get the plaudits was Gavin Henson.
Every week we’d analyse the GPS data from the game, showing who’d covered the most ground.
Nine times out of ten it would be Gav.
He’d get tackled, get up, put himself in position to receive the next pass. He may not have got the ball, but he’d be attracting a defender.
Gav was a great player. He had an unbelievable boot on him, maybe even bigger than mine (we’d have kicking contests).
He had great vision, with that Regan King-like ability to put players into space with a telling pass. And he had that one quality great players seem to possess – time.
Often he’d have just milliseconds to play with, but to the onlooker it seemed like the whole time in the world.
Personally, I loved his company. I used to visit him at his house in St Brides Major – complete with mirrored gym and sunbed – that he shared with his ex, Charlotte.
More often than not, the karaoke machine would come out.
Granted, he’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I thought he was great for team spirit.
He was different, and I like that. Strutting round in his silver boots with his tan and good looks: you need characters like that in a team.
And he was a model professional when it came to looking after himself.
He’d turn up to training with Tupperware boxes filled with chicken or