Whenever I saw Peter on the field I was instantly reminded of my recently deceased team-mate and companion, Geoff Gray.

Geoff possessed a wonderful swerve and had tremendous acceleration and when I compare Peter favourably with him, a man whom I held in the highest esteem, then that must be regarded as a mark of the respect I have for Peter - not only a a player but also as a man.

Peter was a polished player, a reliable player and a good thinker on the field; he had the rare knack of being able to sump up the situation at a glance.

An enthusiastic team man, his confidence and enthusiasm, like that of Jimmy White in 1937, seemed to infect the whole side.

In France, in 1974, Peter pulled a hamstring rather badly in the practice before the first match at Nice. The second match was played in Lyons and Peter was still unable to play. The after-match function lasted until about 12 o'clock that night, yet, at 6 a.m. the next morning Peter was seen by Ian Kirkpatrick, pounding along the banks of the river in an effort to cure his hamstring problem.

Over and above his other qualities Peter had dedication as well.