Artistic Licence: Farewell, Stig Claesson

He emerged from the car park into the brilliant arc of floodlights illuminating the soccer pitch where I played near Dublin Airport.

I saw this 71-old man, like a miraculous apparition, weave among my startled fellow footballers with the stance and grace of an ancient pugilist.

Behind him two younger men - one a photographer, one a television cameraman - struggled to keep up. Stig Claesson - a legend of Swedish writing - ...