Hanley was doing it for a while now. Before Scotland's double head against Croatia and Portugal in mid-October, he played two minutes of football for the club-against Derby in a 3-2 defeat in the previous six weeks.
He played 90 against Croatia in a 2-1 and 90 loss against Portugal at 6-0 a tie. That Portugal was with Cristiano Ronaldo, Dyou Jota, Bruno Fernandez and Francesco Consico. Nothing of this cannot be presented.
Then he returned to the wilderness. His preparation for the double November president against Poland and Croatia was 15 minutes in a 2-1 defeat by the only football Cardiff he played in one month.
Scotland defeated Croatia 1-0 and Poland 2-1. Hanley played every minute. Big, bold and hungry like hell.
Hanley is 33 years old, and in the club's football, he has all reasons for the belief that his time runs out.
But it is clear that it is unbelievable. He resides in the battle. He suns in the battle.
Clark loves players who have strength and perseverance, and players who have endured a dispute, but they refuse to fool, the players who have been removed but always come again.
No wonder he keeps faith with Hanley, although there is no football in his legs.
No one is an idea of the perfect center. It will not get it out of the defense and the passage of spraying. It will not be amazed by one spirit with its technical distinction. There is an error or two in it.
But in the bottle works, it is there. In terms of mental stability, it takes a little beating.
Perhaps he was a bush from giving up this punishment late on Thursday, but the great survivor survived. There was justice in that.
