How? 🏐

Travelling through Nevada, bursting for a piss I pulled into a roadside diner, pickups outside like tethered steeds in a Hollywood western.
Everyone stared except the wizzened old Indian.
I asked the barman - who was he? ‘He’s unbelievable with amazing recall, guaranteed to answer any question. Ask him’.
So I did. Impossibly obscure; ‘Who won the 1965 Cup Final?’
‘Liverpool’.
‘And the score?’
‘Liverpool 2 Leeds 1’
Amazing!
12 years later he was still there. He’ll never remember me. I walked across and he said ‘It was Ian St John in extra time, a diving header from inside the box!’