That's really sad. He was the first keeper of whom I knew, and would always be the most graceful. Even the way he kicked the ball out was aesthetically appealing (even when it went straight into touch - kicking was never his strongest point). But he combined that with a ferocious screaming at his back four. When Clemence was in goal, no defender dozed off. And what saves he made. He won us the UEFA Cup, the first European trophy I remember, and what a proud feeling that was for Liverpool. Everything he did, it just looked right, it just looked beautiful. On top of that, he seemed a lovely man, and that sight of him returning with Spurs, tears in his eyes as he ran out to the Kop - my god, that was touching. He'll be missed forever.