He reminded me of a proper old-fashioned English centre forward, full of hustle and bustle and not scared of sticking his head in where others wouldn’t dare but he was good at receiving the ball and bringing others into play. When I first came up against him at Bramall Lane it was one of those games you don’t really get any more which was a good old battle between a centre-half and centre forward. There was no malice, it was just a good honest tussle and it was one of those at the end where you just shake each other’s hand and say see you next time. It was the same at St James’ Park.