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A FEW years after he retired as Liverpool’s chief executive, I spent an afternoon with Peter Robinson, who died last week, at his home in Southport. I had asked the man who did so much to create the behemoth Liverpool became if he could spare some time to talk to me about Bill Shankly and he gave that time generously. He was full of fascinating insight about the club he worked so hard to build into a giant — with Shankly, Bob Paisley, Joe Fagan and Kenny Dalglish — but the story that will always stay with me was of the times he spent with Shankly in Blackpool after the manager’s retirement. He and Shankly, who was missing football terribly, would sit on deckchairs on the promenade opposite the Norbreck Castle Hotel, looking out to sea and talking about old times. When a storm came in, Robinson would pack up and move inside but Shankly would stay where he was in his deckchair, refusing to yield to the rain and the gale, like King Lear on the heath under wrathful skies.