George Best was one of those extremely rare footballers who transcended club loyalty. I was a young boy when George was at the height of his career, and although I supported Chelsea, he was a huge favourite of mine. Even football-hating friends had posters of Bestie on their walls. He was as much a part of the very fabric of the 1960s as The Beatles.
His footballing genius was unparalleled, and so it seemed was his drinking and womanising, which ultimately proved to be his downfall. Although his death was anticipated for many weeks, it’s still hard to believe that he’s gone at the age of only 59.