Love the story that Daisy Pearce tells about Cotch. A bit long, but stick with it.
One Sunday morning on a match day a couple of seasons back she turns up at Punt Road where she was meant to meet up with Peggy O'Neill to run an interview with our Pres at the time. The place was deserted, the reception all locked up and nobody on duty. She knocked at the front door of the building intermittently for a couple of minutes without any luck. No one around at all, and she didn't have Peggy's personal number.
Trent Cotchin turned up a few minutes later with a key to get into the building, and also had Peggy's mobile number and gave her a call for Daisy. Apparently Peggy was caught in traffic and running a bit late, so Trent invited Daisy into the otherwise empty building, told her to take a seat, and went and made her a coffee.
While they were sitting having a bit of a natter, there was a knock on the tinted glass, with a random Richmond supporter with his young son peeking inside trying to see if there was any sign of life. Instead of just ignoring him, Cotch went to the door, opened it up and asked the very surprised bloke if he needed a hand with something. The very sheepish supporter apologised and said that he'd accidentally left his and his son's membership cards at home out in the suburbs, and was hoping the main office was open to get a temporary pass printed off to save him the 2 hour round trip home and back to get the cards.
Instead of just fobbing the bloke off and telling him he'd missed the office hours, Cotch invited them both in, introduced them to Daisy Pearce, got the kid a coke, went out to office area, booted up one of the computers, and proceeded to print off some free passes for bloke and his son for that afternoon's match.
Daisy Pearce told how she just sat there gobsmacked as all this was going. She knew that Cotch had no idea who the bloke was, but went about looking after him anyway, just because he was Richmond member in a spot of trouble. On the morning of a game day too.
