One afternoon in early September 1960, I was changing before net practice at Chatswood Oval. A rather tall, strong-looking fellow was doing the same. I hadn’t seen him before, so I introduced myself; he said his name was Vic Turner, and we started chatting pleasantly for a few minutes. He then said his name was actually Vic Trumper but, because of expectations people might have and to save embarrassment, he preferred to be called Vic Turner.