He would have known what the first line in his obituary would be.
It would not mention his record number of tries scored for his club, or his Man of the Match performance in the 1968 Challenge Cup final.
No, the first line in his obituary would be of his failure to place one simple kick between the posts denying the team that he loved and worked for a Title.
He was, the commentator said "A poor lad." and in a day when men did not cry publicly he struggled through the post match interview, so crushed as to be virtually inarticulate. Perhaps he already knew that this would be what he would be remembered for and no matter whatever else he achieved he could not remove this stain, just a simple mistake but one that he would carry with him always and which would taint all that he had done in an otherwise illustrious career.
Poor Don Fox, for all the wonderful things that sport had brought him it would now curse him and the curse would last as long as he lived as it also cursed Tony Underwood, no longer remembered, for his corruscating pace or the sensational tries he scored for England or as one of the great Sevens players but remembered always first and foremost as the man that was crushed by Jonah Lomu and that, of course, will be the first line in his obituary.