Hibs' 0-7 reverse at home to Malmo of Sweden will never be forgotten in Scottish football. It was a debacle, a night of infamy for Pat Fenlon, a Hibs manager whose erratic time at Easter Road over the past 20 months has convinced precious few. Fenlon, surely, is on borrowed time in his job.
Scottish football hacks covering Thursday's game were left scurrying across the internet as the goals rained past Ben Williams to check whether this was the worst-ever night for a Scottish club in Europe.
The scene is the Bernabeu Stadium in Madrid. The result: Spain 2, Scotland 6. It actually happened 50 years ago this week and, typically with Scotland, the win followed two disastrous defeats and a week on the sauce by a thirsty post-season Scotland squad, led a bubbly dance by the great Jim Baxter.
But there he was at the appointed hour, dressed up to the nines as usual, an Edwardian peacock in dress-coat, perjink shirt-and-tie, with various other adornments. A waft of lovely, rich pipe-tobacco blew in with his arrival.
"Have you spruced yourself up like this all your life?" I ask him of his distinctive – some might say outdated – dress code.
What a player he was at Easter Road in the 1960s and 1970s; the very phrase "a cultured footballer" might have been invented for Stanton. And what Pat Fenlon's current side would do for a magical reinvention of their former captain among their ranks at Hampden Park tomorrow.
Stanton is still a well-known figure around the club, and whenever a certain vintage of Hibs supporter sees him, their minds are taken back to a time when their club played a brand of football often the equal of Jock Stein's Celtic.
I had heard bulletins of Frank McAvennie ducking here and diving there, so the time seemed ripe for a catch-up. "Aye, sure," Frank says to me on the phone. "I'm in the gym tomorrow morning . . . how about a coffee afterwards?" Sure thing, Frank, I tell him.