Quite a player. He was one of those characters who almost becomes bigger than the game out here.
Every bowler of a certain generation wanted to be Lillee. He played in an era of fast bowling greats but is acknowledged among even that group as a great. The subject of a thousand great anecdotes.*
Then he went and basically single handedly charted the course for recognising & rehabbing fractured backs, analysing actions to prevent/fix them and became a fast bowling guru. It takes years to reap the fruit of his labours and Oz has had a production line of quicks ever since (a few, like Johnson almost handpicked by Lillee). The MRF pace foundation he started has helped usher in the golden age of Indian fast bowling, from Srinath onwards to Bumrah. That's a huge impact.
* I'll retell one of my favourites here, even if it is only unofficial cricket related. So some 20 years after retirement, Lillee is in the Oz town of Newcastle, enjoying a wine and a buzz goes around the pub- not only is Dennis Lillee in the joint, but so is Andrew Johns, the best rugby league player in the world, a local boy and one of the best to ever lace up a boot.
So a few drinks later, without precise explanation needed, half the pub is gathered out in the alleyway behind the building. Where Andrew Johns stands in front of a garbage bin, hastily gathered fence post in hand as the great Denniss Lillee (well into his fifties) marked out his run up with an empty beer can.
Like Warne- who would later claim Lillee as the inspiration behind his ability to control the feel of a moment, to harness the crowd, to heighten the drama until a batsman cracked- Lillee felt the moment. He reached his mark, he looked at Johns- musclebound, but fingers white knuckled around the fence post-, he looked to the crowd- who started the "slow clap" in increasing intensity....
Lillee let them build, and then moments before starting his run up... paused... by this stage Johns who tackles 120kg men for living every week is admittedly "sh**ting himself", facing Lillee- a few beers deep and holding a fence paling... Lillee pausing as the crowd reaches a crescendo... and undoes the top 3 buttons of his shirt, the crowd goes wild and he pours forward, liquid in motion just like the old days...
Oh to have been in that alley in Newcastle on that night, two legends of sports, unscripted...