Dirk was amazing. I mean jaw-droppingly amazing. There were games were I thought he was going to die out on the pitch, he ran so hard, chased every lost cause. I swear to God, I feared for his health. People questioned his technical ability, and he did have times when his touch wasn't exactly silky. But even on those days he more than warranted his place on the pitch through his unstinting tenacity. He was also sublimely skillful and creative on his day. Watch that Torres vid and see how much he owed to Kuyt's service, his runs, his selflessness. He never ever once hid. He was always available for the ball, running into the 95th minute with leaden legs. His shoulders never slumped, his drive never lessened. His penos were nerveless. His goals crucial. His heart was gargantuan. Kuyt was amazing.