Happy birthday Saint, and many more of 'em!
He won't remember, but I certainly do, when he was guest at a Roscoe Hall formal dinner. A relaxed, intelligent and classy man. After dinner, Dean and wife bidden goodnight, he turned to us and said, ''Well, lads, ready for a drink?" Off to the club next door. He liked his Heineken, was a great conversationalist with a sharp sense of humour. Already a legend in the late 60s, there were no airs about him, just one of the boys.
Still recall him and Billy Bremner going to ground in one of the classic Liverpool/Leeds games of that period, two little Scotsmen belting eachother's ribs as they went down, not giving an inch, canny enough to take care the action happened blind side of the ref.