Denis Law: ‘Scotland is about to lay its king to rest. Sleep well my hero’

A hero in an adopted country where he lived and raised a family, yet he was famous on a deserted golf course when England won the World Cup.

He fell out with Jim Baxter – another handyman – when we ripped off the English at Wembley in 1967.

James wanted to extract the urine with a thick flower and nutmegs. But then, the 9-3 humiliation of 1961 had not involved our clown prince as the king.

Denis wanted to hammer the nails in their coffin.

They were to lay the big man to rest in a dark blue long-sleeved shirt with a round neck and 10 on the back.

I imagine the image of him turning away from another goal even now.

Ah, Denis, you and your nasty sense of fun.

At first he hated Jonathan Watson’s caricature of him in Only an Excuse, but grew to like it so much that at the 1990 World Cup in Italy he agreed to sneak up on the little man while I persuaded him on TV to imitate the lawman.

Johnny’s face was the color of Denis’ Manchester United top.

At this point I feel like I should mention the Scottish greats from my time on earth… but I won’t.

Denis Law was independent stuff. Standing. of course, a hand raised to the skies.

Not an ounce to spare, constructed with, it seemed, the hovering technique of an angel. He was Scotland’s best. Ever.

If you weren’t there, I put my fingers to my lips and encourage you to be humble and appreciate the wisdom of those who were. We are about to lay the king to rest.

Sleep well, my hero.