The best and the original Afro was worn by Mark Lawrenson. Lawro was in digs with 'Dinky' Doo, a telephone engineer. Dinky's wife Kay was a hairdresser and she gave Mark the perm.
I was impressed, and I thought that the style would suit my fine flyaway barnet. I had a mate who was a hairdresser, and I went to his saloon to have an Afro. When Wardy first spotted it he 'extracted the urine.' Imagine my surprise when only a few days later Wizz drove by me in his sponsored car tooting his horn. He wound down the window and displayed his Afro, and he was well pleased with it.
When shortly after he turned up at Waterhall for training the lads chorused, "Doris." I've greeted him with that name ever since. The most recent was when he called me on the phone a couple of days ago. He retaliates with, "You're Doris. You had it done before me." On the rare occasion that I'm in company with Wardy and some of his ex-teammates I make a point of asking them, "Where's Doris?" knowing full well they're going to point at Wizz shouting, "There he is."