Not a brilliant week if you are a United fan…
A few years ago, I was drinking in the Chelsea Potter on the Kings Road and a mate said ‘That’s George Best sitting over there’. I replied ‘Yeah, right’. I looked across to the bar and saw a plump, bearded figure sitting on a barstool, clad in a hideous blue shell-suit, sipping a Coke. I was stupefied. After a while, he finished his drink and left. I was still gawping at him like a lovestruck teenager and I swore he smiled at me on his way out.
Thanks for all the memories, George. RIP.