There is something wonderfully romantic and quintessentially peerless about that photograph; it is of a man totally at peace with where he is, completely in love with his surroundings and humbled by his good fortune. He was part of the fabric of the club and became an important and vital part of the club’s DNA, mixing with fans, players and officials alike, treating everyone with the same courtesy and kindness. He was a gentleman in the truest sense of the word and an utter credit to the club and and to his family. He was a role model with a presence that, in his later years, belied his stature. He was a giant amongst men and embodied everything that is great about being a Ranger. It speaks volumes of the man that the outpouring of grief and sadness at his passing is so profound and heartfelt. The epithet legend is thrown around these days far too easily but, in this case, it is entirely accurate yet somehow not enough.