This is what El Pais published about Bob:
and this is what The Guardian, in his native England, had to say:
I remember a practice session with Bob which was attended by several highly experienced fencers who were my opponents, including one who was internationally ranked. This man was attacking me with some ferocity when Bob suddenly halted the practice. He asked him to come closer, that he wanted to ask him something. Bob wasn't feeling well at that time; he had a lot of problems with his health, and was seated in a chair. He wasn't able to fight with us to show us how he wanted to put the sequences together. He remained seated, watching the practice, occasionally giving us instructions with absolute calmness and authority. He didn't miss a single detail. He asked the fencer if he felt comfortable. He said yes. Bob asked him if he wouldn't feel a little more comfortable if he slightly changed the way he held the sword, a matter of a centimeter. The swordsman said it wasn't necessary, that he'd done it that way for many years, and quite successfully. So Bob grabbed a sword that he had on the table beside him and asked the guy to put himself en garde
."Are you ready, sir?" asked the master fencer. "Yes, always," said the swordsman with a small smile, probably thinking that Bob was joking. "Are you really ready?" "Yes, sir." With a light but very quick movement of his wrist, Bob struck the man's sword, and it flew some 10 meters. The swordsman stood there amazed and a little upset. We [were] very still, amazed. The fencer was very good and Bob, without getting up from his chair, had handled him as if he were a snotty-nosed kid. "You weren't completely ready. Go get your weapon, please." The other man went to get it and returned. "Put yourself en garde
again." A little embarrassed, the swordsman stood firm, determined to defend himself well this time. "Are you completely ready?" "Yes, sir. Ready." Bob did the same thing to him, with a simple but perfect movement and the blade again flew to the other side of the room.
The swordsman was left speechless. "I think perhaps I might be able to interest you in changing your way of holding the sword a little, isn't that so?" "Yes, sir." A Zen feat that I wouldn't have believed if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. That was Bob Anderson. The most perfect gentleman and a complete genius. Those of us who had the good fortune of learning from him will never forget him. Once, I told him that the Cuervos
were almost as valiant and cunning as he. I told him a little about our glorious history, of San Lorenzo's endurance and passion, and I gave him a CASLA badge. He laughed, but I think he enjoyed what I told him, and the comparison.