Around one o’clock this afternoon, the Guardian News Alert thingy I subscribe to flickered onto my screen at work to tell me that George Best had died. It was no surprise obviously, but it touched me personally because we have met many times.
I say “met” but it was a very one-sided meeting. I was a lad in the crowd watching George on the pitch, so I met him any number of times, but he never met me once. Still, I knew him well, at least as probably the most perfectly natural footballer I’ve ever seen. Read more ›››