Remembered
The grace, strength, and safety of his marking, especially at full-back, has seldom been matched; and the consistent beauty, length, and accuracy of his drop kicking was wonderful to behold. He was a tough, tenacious, and fearless footballer, able to play through injury and, on at least one occasion, played with a broken bone in his arm (Hogan, 1996, p. 224). Although predominantly a right foot kick, he could kick well with either foot.
He is vividly remembered for his happy, smiling face, his rolling gait, and his gentle friendliness to all and sundry. At Richmond he was a greatly respected and very popular clubman, who was "always available to help the recruits with some friendly advice and took a keen interest in the development of the younger players ensuring that they fitted in well" (Hogan, 1996, p. 224).
A grandstand at the home ground of the Corowa Football Club was named The Fred Swift Stand in his honour.
In 1986, he was posthumously inducted into the Bendigo Football League's Hall of Fame.
The "Fred Swift Medal" is awarded in his honour each season to the player who finishes fourth in Richmond's Best and Fairest count.
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