Hands on hips, collar upturned; a man afraid of nothing. And as cool as . . . whatever word of profanity you think should be inserted here.
In my young head, Cantona in that rig-out epitomised what United were at that time – powerful, confident, swaggering and scintillating.
And every great team, for better or worse, always comes to be associated with one particular kit in your mind's eye.
That black away effort with a gold trim, with the name of the then sponsor Sharp Viewcam emblazoned across its front, was for years my favourite United shirt.