Bert will be 80 in 2022.
He is the ultimate Pars legend. He is a legend as a player and a legend as a manager.
He won the Scottish Cup. He's one of our top scorers in Europe (my, admittedly poor, research puts him joint top with Peebles, Callaghan and Ferguson*). He was one of our best ever managers. He presided over one of, if not the, most popular squad in the club's history.
The main stand should be named after him.
I mind after the trophy presentation vs Airdrie in 96 (which took ages as the helicopter was apparently hovering between East End and Cappielow but was definitely closer to Greenock than Rosyth, where is ultimately landed before being driven up the road) driving home (my old man, me and one of my best pals at the time) and we passed Bert's house in Gowkhall before the turnoff to Saline. His driveway was full of black, white and red balloons tied to the wooden posts.
For some reason I still remember that most about that day.
Anyway, Bert is an absolute fucking kin. As well as the above, he's also an absolutely brilliant person. He has time for everyone and is so patient and polite.
I've only ever had one genuine hero in my life, and it and will always be Bert Paton.
Edit: The saddest thing ever is Bert not being able to speak at Norrie's memorial at East End. Tears everywhere.