As we flew over the Millennium Dome site, which lay empty as the government was struggling to sell it, Prezza tapped Blair on the arm and pointed out of the window at the huge structure below, a wide grin on his face.
To say we were partners would never capture the nature of our relationship. There was nothing formal about it... we had developed a genuine admiration, respect and affection for each other.
I relied on him many times: when in difficulty, under attack and, less well known, when I needed someone whose gut instinct I trusted better than my own.
Prescott represented much of the old Labour party that Blair knew he had to carry with him. He was from proud northern working-class stock and yet he instinctively understood aspiration.
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