Thanks for the memories.

A long time ago I stood on the side of Ewen field on a wet Sunday afternoon to watch a Mike Sweeney eleven take on City in a charity match. It was the one and only time I saw George Best play football live. Towards the end of the match George picked up the ball on the edge of his own penalty area, beat about half a dozen players and managed to get the ball about a foot from goal. He then looked up, and set off back the other way, beating almost every other player on the pitch, and finally putting the ball in his own net. I’ve never seen skill like it, and I really don’t think I ever will again.

Thanks for the memories George.

RIP.