I am and remain a great admirer of Sir Alex Ferguson mainly because, like the Glaswegian, I’m an old fashioned type of guy.
I come from a footballing era where the manager was the boss - full stop - and Ferguson has personified this right through to the modern era.
As a player, Ferguson was knocked back time and again (Queens Park, St Johnstone, Dunfermline, Rangers, Ayr United) but he was stubborn enough (now we call it self belief) to keep going - a trait that was to serve him well in years to come.
He cut his managerial teeth at St Mirren playing an exciting brand of attacking football (no shock there) that took them from bottom of the Second Division to the top of the First Division and was then controversially sacked.
Not deterred in the slightest he went to Aberdeen where he recorded amazing success and then to complete the fairytale he moved to Man United and the rest is history.
It amuses me to think of the red-faced Govan pensioner in a meeting with the Glazers with Sir Alex telling them about some youth team success and the Americans checking their i-Phones for United’s latest share price.
In an age where it’s practically mandatory to worship at the altar of youth, he struck a massive blow for all of us who don’t believe life ends at 40.
His record in terms of trophies and titles is there for all to see but what I admired was his all consuming passion for all his teams from youth through to his first team squad.
His long service also sends a message sadly ignored in football that giving people time and space sometimes produces great results.
For this and much, much more I will miss ‘The Boss’ and I doubt we will ever see his like again.