In December of 1952, my first wife, Kirby, and I left Vienna to drive through the Russian sector of Austria into Yugoslavia.

Fear is what drives me to your demise.

Although I was paid a salary in Ann Arbor, my wife and children and I drank powdered milk at six cents a quart instead of the stuff that came in bottles. I was a tightwad.

After the first drive I guess they said they felt like they had to stop me and they started putting three and four guys on me. I still made some big plays in the game, but you can't make everything.

The first place we went was Vienna, and the first player we tried out was Toni Fritsch. He had a hard time speaking English at first, but he did master it.

The first place we went was Vienna, and the first player we tried out was Toni Fritsch. This guy was a world-class soccer player.