He still came to Old Trafford whenever he could in his later years. With the collars on his raincoat pulled up to his ears. Almost as though he didn’t want anybody to know it was him.
But you could always tell it was Denis. The hair was still distinctive in its fairness. The glint in the eye still strong. Yes, you always knew when Denis was in the building. A footballer and a man who instinctively drew people to him with the same ease he once left opponents in his wake.
Denis Law – who died aged 84 on Friday - was a most natural footballer, a goal scorer who worked desperately hard at what those who knew him testified always came terribly easily.