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
Times” “that’s correct sir, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you” what luck I had, but if I could only get an interview for my column. The stars must have been in alignment for the next thing he said was “You’re a young lad, why don’t you stick around after the game, and I can introduce you to some of the boys, you might even be able to get an interview for you column if you lucky.” After the ceremonial cup giving the crowds finally began to dissipate while Bobby and I sat sipping his flask and talking about some of the plays and mistakes that took place during the match. Bobby and I then walked onto the field and down the tunnel to the players lounge, it was then when I realized that football history abounds with heroes, but there has never been another like Bobby Charlton. The miners son from Northumberland was a player with sublime and unique talent, a soccer idol without the proverbial feet of clay, and he remains the British games finest living international ambassador. “Simeon I am sorry I am not able to introduce you to the players personally as I have a prior appointment to keep, but I will leave you in the care of a very good friend, Mr. Furguson, manager of the Manchester’s team” Well I thought it was a shame that Mr. Charlton had to leave for I wanted an interview with some one as unique as him but I decided to get the interview any way. “Mr. Jones, you’re a very fortunate man to have been sitting next to a legend as that, every time I see him it brings a smile to my face” Mr. Furguson said “How long have you known Mr. Charlton” I asked “ Oh since the beginning, even though he is 8 years older than me, I feel like he is my brother, we both grew up in the North east of England, he came from Northumberland which is a small coal mining village, which around that time was the only source for work in that area, it was said ‘you either work in the coal pits, or your talented, and you played soccer’” “Really, did you ever have the chance of meeting Mr. Charltons family?” I asked, Mr. Furguson retorted “Yes I knew them well, although they have passed now, they were a family of great footballers. Bobby’s mother Cissie Charlton was married to the great English Center Forward Jackie Milburn, as well as four of his uncles all played premiership soccer. You see Bobby was born second into a family of four, in 1937, and the house where he grew up was much like that of my own, having no running hot water, no bathroom, or central heating, even the food was cooked on an open fire. The coal was kept across the street next to the outhouse, and a bath was to given once a week in his grandmother’s home. It’s funny really, Bobbys real father, was a coal miner through and through, who had little or no interest in soccer, you see he was a boxer, and wanted bobby to grow up ‘the right way, the English way’ thus he wanted him to box. Bobbys father was a staunch imperialist, and I have heard it said from Bobbys brother that ‘he wast
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