Steven Gerrard is a star from bygone era: Brendan Rodgers leads tributes to Liverpool man for all seasons
The feet pointing at 10 to two, the chest out and the shoulders rolling with the easy familiarity of a man strolling up the path to his front door: there is no more recognisable walk in English football than Steven Gerrard leading his team out at Anfield.
If you stayed late to work in the Anfield press box you would sometimes spot him stroll across the pitch after a game, suited and booted, the gait as unmistakable as Fred Astaire trotting down a flight of stairs.
When he walks out of Anfield for the last time on May 24, the club will lose that comfort of an individual of undisputed quality. If you can judge a footballer's value by the gap he leaves behind, then the truth is there is no Gerrard replacement. There are other good players at Liverpool, and there are new ways of playing, but there is no new Gerrard, just as there was no new Roy Keane waiting in the wings at Manchester United, nor a new Patrick Vieira at Arsenal.
The simple truth about Gerrard, amid the comparisons to other greats across the ages, amid the nit-picking about where he stood in the pantheon, or the elusive Premier League title, or last season's slip, is that he was one hell of a player. He could not bend every game to his will, but at his best he always offered the possibility. He was an amalgam of just about all the qualities top footballers should have. He was - he still is - four good players in one.
There are few more unforgiving tests of character than being an English football prodigy, when your awkward teens and early 20s are lived in the public gaze and your career is examined for what you failed to do rather than what you did. It was like that for Paul Gascoigne, and it has been the same for Gerrard and for Wayne Rooney, and yet Gerrard has not come close to either of the other two in terms of the front-page material that can damage a footballer's career.
There have, nevertheless, been a few scrapes along the way. We would never have known the finer details of how close he came to joining Jose Mourinho at Chelsea in the summers of 2004 and 2005 if Gerrard had not related them exhaustively in his 2006 autobiography.
By his own admission, he could be high maintenance emotionally, but then we are dealing with one of the most scrutinised footballers of his generation, not the reserve goalkeeper at Tranmere Rovers.
In that respect, he did not try to present himself as the idealised one-club man with never a thought for leaving Liverpool. In fact, the honesty of that book was typical of Gerrard, who has an unusual capacity among footballers to be able to talk openly about his fears and his shortcomings, as much as he does his strengths. It was a quality he had before the arrival on the scene of psychologist Dr Steve Peters and it seems to have served him well.
He is one of the last footballers of a bygone era, and not all of that era good, either.
He was born in Liverpool in 1980, by which time one reactionary chief constable on Merseyside had predicted an "army of occupation" might be needed to keep order in a city blighted with unemployment and depopulation. One year later, Margaret Thatcher's cabinet were secretly discussing the city's "managed decline" after the Toxteth riots.
Gerrard is proof that despite the best efforts of the British establishment, talented, ambitious, successful young people can still walk out of ordinary houses on ordinary streets. Gerrard's was the evocatively-named Ironside Road on the Bluebell Estate in Huyton, and it always struck me that Ironside might have served as a good nickname for a battleship of a player who spent much of his Liverpool career seeing off the latest emergency.
A former team-mate of Gerrard's once described to me the experience of playing alongside the Liverpool captain at his all-action best. The way Gerrard would ping a ball into his feet at twice the pace and three times the accuracy of anyone else. And how, by the time he had taken a fraction of a second to control the pass, Gerrard would have covered 40 yards and be demanding the ball back.
That is how Anfield will surely remember their captain, not for the league title that never was, but a man comfortable taking control - and shaping up to hit another winner.
Five of Stevie's top Kop goals
Hammer blow in Cardiff
v West Ham, 2006 FA Cup final
With his side trailing 3-2 in injury time and hobbling with cramp, Gerrard scored his second goal of the game from 35 yards. Liverpool won the penalty shoot-out at Cardiff's Millennium Stadium
Greek tragedy averted
v Olympiakos, Champions League, Dec 2004
With a win by two clear goals needed to get out of the group and the score 2-1 with four minutes left, Gerrard's strike set the Reds on their way to a fifth European Cup.
Taster of Turkish delight
v Milan, Champions League final, May 2005
From 3-0 down at half-time, Gerrard's twisting header on 54 minutes sparked one of the greatest comebacks in football history as the 'Miracle of Istanbul' unfolded before unbelieving eyes across Europe.
Double trouble for United
v Manchester United, Premier League, March 2001
A 35-yard screamer helped Liverpool to a first league double over United in 22 years.
Brilliance batters Boro
v Middlesbrough, Premier League, April 2005
Controlled the ball on his instep, let it to bounce twice and hammered home an arcing, bending angled shot into the top corner with the outside of his right foot.