A few years ago right at the start of Robson's pathetic management attempt, Blades played Longford Town in a pre-season friendly in the Irish midlands. Being as it was my eldest lad's first game (he was about 6) I was keen to ensure that his attachment to the Blades would hopefully become strong enough to fend off all the peer pressure he was experiencing to follow Man U or Arsenal etc.
I spotted Morgs on the side of the pitch about 10 minutes before kick-off and ran down the stand with Slug junior. When we reached the edge of the pitch I shouted over and asked Morgs if he'd lean over the advertising hoarding so that I could get a photo of the great man himself with the young fella.
"No" was the abrupt reply as he began to shatter all my pre-conceived ideas about his legendary status.
This was closely followed by "get him 'ere on t'pitch for a proper photo!"
Morgs then proceeded to lift my young fella over the advertising on to the pitch so I could get a proper photo of the two of them. Not only that but after the game when the team were getting on to the team coach to leave, Morgs recognised us and shouted over to the young fella asking him if he'd enjoyed the game. Slug Junior needless to say remains a Blade and the picture has pride of place on his wall.
Chris Morgan was "old school". Decent man off the pitch and hard as nails on it. No bullshit with him, no airs or graces, no diving, no excuses. He had qualities that are very rare in a professional footballer nowadays and virtually extinct in a premiership one.
I hate the overuse of the word "legend" but in this case ...