Sir Bobby Charleton
On a brisk spring evening the crowd roar into a crescendo of elation, as Manchester United’s star David Beckham runs around Old Trafford’s field after tying the score in the Champions league cup finals, I jump to my feet and shake the mans hand to the right of me, he has surprisingly familiar face but one that I could not quite put my finger on. I think nothing more of it until he hands me a silver flask of whisky with the initials B.C engraved onto it. Being in the VIP seating of the grounds, the ability to converse was certainly not a chore. Taking a pull from the Gentleman’s flask I said, “I remember my father telling me of great footballer with these same initials” the man smiled as I handed him back his flask. I thought for a little while, and then it all came clear. The man rose to his feet, cheering and clapping he turned to me laughing and smiling with joy as Ole Gunner Solskjaer sealed the win for United and said “Sir to end your quizzical expressions and persistent eye glances, I am in fact the man who you presume I am, Bobby Charlton.” My jaw dropped, as every thing I had heard about this man rushed through my mind “and you must be Simeon Jones, the ‘where are they now’ columnist for the London
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