Well. More of a personal story with Bullfrog rather than something I heard or seen in the news.
'95 grand final
The day before tickets went on sale, me and my best mate at the time lined up outside the ticket place thinking we'd have to sleep the night there in order to get a place.
Luckily those organising it were giving out a ticketing system so we could go home and sleep, but come first thing in the morning to get the tickets.
We were 2nd in line from memory, so guaranteed getting seats. Fucking pumped.
Next morning my mate's mum drove us there but was late picking me up. So, when we arrived we'd missed our chance at getting to the final.
Fucking livid. I fucking bawled for a good few days.
My mate's mum felt obviously guilty, as she should the bitch, so ended up talking with Bullfrog. She presented what happened to us and pleaded for some way to get us to the game.
Bullfrog got us 2 tickets.
The best thing was that we were sitting next to Terry Lamb's sister the whole game, tho we didn't know it till the lap of honour!
Bullfrog was a genius businessman. Shrewd. Cunning. Brilliant at his job.
But for me it was his honest love for the Dogs and us the supporters that puts him up there as a legend. More so than players if I'm honest.
Love the guy. And never got to thank him in person for getting me those tickets.