_Saturday, November 26, 2005_
Georgie, Georgie, they call you the Belfast boy
:( He's gone now, after succumbing after complications to his body, there was a picture in the NOTW not so long ago which was published wit Best's approval tos how the effects of alcoholism. It was just heartbreaking to see him in such a state. No matter what your opinion of him of what he has done to his life, I am sure everyone would appreciate the genius taht was George Best. I regret never having seen him play, but the clips were fantastic to say the least. Jose Mourinho told it very well, "I never saw him but I got quite tired of my dad talking about him. Then I saw videos of him and I never tired of them.
"Players like Best they never die, what they leave behind them never dies."
Well put by Mourinho there, as well as other tributes.
Here's a good piece off the caf:
He was an inspiration to me as a young lad.
When I was a 10 or 11 year old football mad kid a friend of the family worked in the dressing rooms at Southampton. He used to get me in free each week, stick me in the west stand, collect my autograph book and return it at the match end with all the visiting sides signatures. He knew I was nuts about United and George Best in particular having advised my mum where to buy those purple laced-at-the-side boots for my Xmas present.
On the day of Uniteds visit to the Dell he stuck me in the west stand as usual and I stood there and witnessed first hand the total brilliance of the man as United ran out 5-2 winners with George scoring a sublime hat-trick. He could have beaten Saints by himself that day. More than that, after the game Tom came and fetched me and this time sent me into the United dressing room to get the autographs myself. George took my book to sign it, fished out a 10 bob note and said "Do us a favour lad. Go fetch us a coke at that kiosk out there" which I duly did while George passed my book around the rest of the team. I went home the happiest nipper in the world. I still have the book which at this very moment I am dusting off to show off to my mates at the pub tonight where I shall drink to memory of the legend that inspired me and millions of other little boys and was almost single-handedly responsible for the worldwide fame of Manchester United Football Club.
There will never be another George Best and I am totally gutted because I feel part of my life has gone.
Other links come from the excellent Guardian site here:
Extract from one of the links
Best's sometime drinking partner and friend, the sportswriter Hugh McIlvanney, has recalled a night in the Brown Bull straight after Best had played in a European Cup match at Old Trafford: "No one had given much thought to dinner but, by the time the after-hours session was under way, hunger was a problem. At least it was until Best went round taking fish and chip orders from everyone in the bar, then disappeared. He returned half an hour later, not merely with all the orders accurately filled but with plates, knives and forks for everybody. The waiter seemed less like a superstar than the appealing boy who had worked small miracles with a tennis ball on the streets of the Cregagh housing estate in east Belfast."