He’d catch a florin coin on his forehead, roll it down his face, let it fall and trap it on his foot. Then he would flick it back up into his top pocket.
That points to Gilzean’s perfect balance, his sheer poise.
Towards the end of this fine book there is a description of one of Alan Gilzean’s party pieces, which he would perform after a few drinks.
He’d catch a florin coin on his forehead, roll it down his face, let it fall and trap it on his foot. Then he would flick it back up into his top pocket.
That points to Gilzean’s perfect balance, his sheer poise.