On Reflection | Frank Hogan was a class act. He had the physique, and presence at the batting crease of a Ponting
His silky footy skills and knack of finding the pill mirrored a sixties version of Lochie Neal. I was an impressionable sixteen year-old when he arrived in Wangaratta all those years ago. I eagerly awaited the prospect of batting with him, and watching him run rings around the best of the O & M’s small men.