There is a lot to love about Andrew Flintoff. His gung-ho approach to cricket; his smile; his easygoing charm on and off the field; the way he bowled his heart (or his knees) out for England; his catching prowess; his aggressive batting; Edgbaston; Trent Bridge; his "behind these eyes lie a thousand stories" celebration after the Oval in 05; that cigar; his nickname; the way he loved his supporters back.
There is also a lot to dislike about him. His occasional off-field unprofessionalism; the Fredalo; drinking; celebrity; chasing the money; his on-field posturing; that Jesus pose after taking a wicket; the aggression that sometimes overspilt; his inability to take five-wicket hauls; his inability to knuckle down and play a long innings; believing his own hype; his captaincy; the way his body just failed over and over again.
Ah well. As my old Latin master used to say: "None of us are human." And at least, unlike Ian Botham, Flintoff never grew a mullet. Indeed, his hair always remained sensible while the rest of him could occasionally be scatty.
Flintoff will be remembered as one of English cricket's great characters and one of the almost great cricketers. The very top of the second class, as Simon Barnes calls such men. In truth, his overall figures are not what we - and no doubt he - would have hoped for, but of the many, many "next Bothams" between 1988 and 2009, he is head and shoulders above all other all-rounders we have produced. And at his very best, he was a pleasure to watch.
When Flintoff goes, I wonder whether it will enable some of our players to flourish. Kevin Pietersen has never enjoyed playing with Flintoff. He doesn't understand why he, a more talented cricketer and harder worker off the field, does not get the public love that Fred does. In truth, Pietersen is probably always doomed to play the Greg Rusedski outsider's role with the British public: only worth loving if there isn't a real Englishman around doing just as well.
Jimmy Anderson may also be a better bowler without the shadow of Fred. Anderson admitted himself earlier this year that he wants more responsibility and that with Flintoff around he tends to slip into the background. We saw against the West Indies how Jimmy can thrive when he is the go-to man. Is it any coincidence that Anderson's bowling average when Flintoff is not in the team is ten runs better than when he is?
Given the frailty of his body, Flintoff has done well to play 76 Tests. As he charmingly said in today's press conference: "Not bad given that I was rubbish when I started for England age 20." He will long be remembered and hopefully more for all the good times he gave us than the odd moment of idiocy.
A few landmarks to go before he leaves us: 292 more runs needed to become the 29th Englishman to get 4,000 and 18 wickets to move above Darren Gough as England's eighth most prolific wicket-taker. I suspect that he may need to do either or both if we are to win the Ashes.
Should you have missed it last September, Flintoff was No 43 in our Ashes Heroes series. You may want to go and have a look at it and remember why he was great.