I think it's good that we've noted that in his third ever game RCD was flogged by the more experienced and more mature Tom Green. For a just under three quarters.
And that despite this hammering RCD kicked a crucial goal against the tide, grew in confidence, and began to emerge as a senior player.
So often in his youth, slow to use, and short in vision, RCD in the final quarter, slipped the odd handball smart, and began to use forward (so important). And he goaled again.
By the time that game was over young, and very immature, RCD had completely overturned Tom Green's dominance. I'd say our lad flogged him when we rallied. And when it mattered. RCD grew three years in 40 minutes.
A special mention of that tackle in the second. RCD, clumsy, slow to get there, oafish, saw all that for himself, put the jets on 1m from the place he should already have been - and broke a GWS player in half with a tackle. The velocity of approach, the clamp. The insight and regret. The punishment of another for that. The joy of triumph. The freedom of failure.
How do you think he slept?