When Henry Cooper died, we remembered not just his achievements but the manner of the man.
He belonged to a generation of performers whose mere presence enhanced the sports at which they were such outstanding exponents.
I grew up worshipping at the altar of stars like Colin Cowdrey, Bobby Charlton and Cliff Morgan – all men who came from the same heroic and uplifting mould.
Whether they realised it or not, these men were role models; stars whose names were indelibly linked with the sports they graced for so long.
Compare them with boorish contemporaries like Kevin Pietersen, Wayne Rooney and Gavin Henson and it’s easy to see why we baby boomers have become so disillusioned with sport.