And it was there that the young Fraser grew up, eventually working as a warehouseman and caught up in his teens and like many in the teeming streets and rancid slums around him in the fever for football. Moreover, he had talent. By eighteen, he a forward, was turning out for Queen's Park. At twenty and three weeks he was capped, the first of five in three seasons, when only two internationals were played a year. All the signs were of a long and successful career stretching in front of him.

However, sometime between March 1883 and January 1884 it was all to come crashing down. And the reason was his birth. At a still unidentified point apparently between 11th and 25th March 1882 the Scottish Football Association changed the qualification rules. Residence in Scotland was no longer enough. Only a Caledonian birth counted. The result was that the uncapped Queen's Park left-back was brought into the national team but swopped to the right with eventually again uncapped Walter Arnott, also Queen's Park but a twenty-year old reserve, brought in on the left. Meanwhile the incumbent right-back and previous Scotland captain was dropped on the grounds that he, Andrew Watson, had been born in Guyana.          

Yet, Canadian Eadie played on. He won a fourth and fifth cap until, perhaps, someone pointed to the inconsistency, at which point he too was dropped. One can imagine the effect. He was barely twenty-three but playing for his country-by-birth-right, if not birth, was over. And whilst he played on at his club for a few months more by 1884 not only had he stepped away from the game but would leave the country.

He took work in West Africa. It was probably the worst thing he could have done. Within eighteen months tuberculosis, probably,  due to his Glasgow Southside childhood and youth, incipient, took hold. He attempted essentially to counter it by looking to a better climate than either where he was or home and boarded a ship for Sydney, Australia, landing there about New Year 1886. But by the 8th January he was dead, passing away at not quite twenty-five in hospital to buried in the local Rookwood Cemetery. Who paid for the funeral is unknown but the grave-location must have been because the following year an attempt was made to raise money to mark it with a memorial. However, it came to nothing and not just a great footballing talent but the moment had been lost.