Continuing my little series of 20th Century footballing legends, here's one you'd find in everyone's Top Five. He was also playing in the first match I ever went to, Chelsea v. Manchester United at Stamford Bridge, August 18th, 1971. Here are the details:
I'd just turned nine and this evening out was magical. I was invited by our Northern Irish next-door neighbours, the Hourigans. Bizarrely, we stood in The Shed End, Eamonn and family waving their red and white scarves. Even at that age I found it a bit foolhardy, but nothing happened. It was the only time I saw George Best, Bobby Charlton, Peter Osgood and the rest of that legendary blue and red line-up, but it marked me for life. From that moment on, I was a Manchester United fan. George also got sent off for throwing mud at the referee, a seminal gesture in an otherwise well-behaved generation of players. Except for those white-shirted thugs comprising Don Revie's Leeds United, that is. What memories these personalities evoke; I'm sorry, but it's just not the same anymore. This is one area where nostalgia is warranted.