An English bloke was touring the USA on holiday and stopped in a remote bar in the hills of Nevada.
He was chatting to the bartender when he spied an old native Indian sitting in the corner.
He had tribal gear on, long white plaits, and a wrinkled face.
'Who's he?' said the bloke.
'That's the Memory Man', said the bartender.
'He knows everything. He can remember any fact. Go and try him out.'
So the bloke goes over thinking 'He won't know about English football.'
'Who won the 1965 FA Cup Final?' he asks.
'Liverpool' replies the Memory Man.'
'Who did they beat?' 'Leeds' was the reply.
'And the score?' '2-1'
'Who scored the winning goal?'
'Ian St. John', was the old man's reply.
The bloke was knocked out by this and told everyone at home about the Memory Man when he got back.
A few years later he went back to the USA and tried to find the impressive Memory Man.
Eventually he found the bar and sitting in the same seat was the native American only this time he was older and more wrinkled.
Because he was so impressed the bloke decided to greet the Memory Man in his native tongue.
He approached him with the native American greeting
'How'.
The Memory Man replied:
'Diving header in the six yard box'.
