We weren't friends. In fact, at one point early on, we had a heated discussion on a message board which used up a lot of useless energy for both of us. In those twenty years of knowing Rovert (Trevor backwards), I learned it wasn't abnormal for him to fight his point to exhaustion.
So, yes - we weren't buddies. However, a year or so after that initial squabble, we both found ourselves chatting in a private as we both waited on delivery of the special edition High Spots DVD of a Ric Flair shoot interview.
I'd like to think our similar experiences of waiting for our respective parcels to arrive at our homes, his in Ireland and mine in Wales, settled any beef that lingered. I came away thinking along the lines of 'he's okay when you're one-on-one with him'.
We never argued about anything after that. Granted, we never spoke in private message ever again, but we did so occasionally in front of the social media world to see.
Most of it wasn't even about wrestling. Of the few I can think of, I recall talking about Spar supermarkets (Ireland's one in Dublin looks so posh compared to the ones I've been in), Lenovo laptops and... Morrissey and or The Smiths!
Rovert (Trevor Woodhouse) leaves behind a controversial history. A lot have glowing memories of their experiences with him. Others not so much.
From now on, I'll look back and think of my encounters as a coin. On one side there was that sole squabble. Then, on the other, there are the intelligent - positive - communications I had with him.
I'm sure that, if I were to toss this figurative coin hundreds of times, the better side will win out the most often.
Best wishes to Rovert's friends and family members.
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