Football journalist combined Caledonian charm and natural effervescence with a body of work that few could match

There wasn’t so much a twinkle in his eye as a bursting supernova of mischief and uncertain possibilities. Patrick Barclay has left us, at 77, and, as Hamlet said of his father, we shall not look upon his like again. Or, if we do, we will be gladly entertained.

When Paddy’s death was confirmed on Friday, the sad news not only inspired the attention of more than two million pairs of eyeballs on various chattering sites – irredeemably lachrymose, no doubt – it was among the 10 most-read articles on the Guardian’s website, testimony to the stature of one of the industry’s charismatic football sages.