I must have seen around half of Keegan’s 80 games (42 goals) for Saints, and as a player it was like watching a lightning bolt, pure magnetism, a shining star - 5ft 8ins but a giant on the pitch. The ball stuck to him, was drawn to him, powerful in possession, shades of Maradona in that sense. The first superstar player of the modern era, and he was an Englishman. Twice European footballer of the year after becoming superlative at Hamburg, and in his second reign in 1980 he signs for Southampton. Nobody saw that coming, a McMenemy masterstroke, and every Sotonian knows where they heard the news. Saints profile went through the roof, and had we invested in the defence and keeper, got Shilton a season early, we would have been challenging for the league and won silverware. Keegan was right in his assessment of that, but watching him as a fulcrum and heartbeat of that brilliant slick Southampton side was incredible, a fantastic and one off memory. After he left football and went on the corporate circuit lots of people I know came into contact with Keegan and all would speak about him as down to earth, cheerful, kind, he would give the public time. Had he been in the current England side in his pomp we would have likely won the world cup in the last week, that good. RIP King Kev, a unique talent and genuine man of the people!