That is a powerful post mate. Heartfelt and genuine.
I am sad today and yesterday as Colin Bell always reminds me of my beloved Dad. Dad’s gone now but he was of that generation, nicer than mine I have to say, that could support City without viscerally hating United. A gentler and nicer time.
Dad wasn’t a crazy City fan, he could watch United without frothing at the mouth, probably because his Dad was one of those cliches that went to see both. My uncle was a red for instance.
But there were two players Dad would wax lyrical about, to the point of getting misty eyed sometimes. Roy Paul, and Colin Bell. Roy Paul was before my time so of course as I actually got to see Colin play he became my hero as I wanted to be like my Dad. Dad would have been devastated with this news but as it is I’m quite sure he’ll be having a celestial pint last night with his own Dad and toasting the king.
It was what you said about George Best that made me think. Brought back a lot of memories. One of the very few times my Dad ever lost his temper with me as a kid (He was incredibly mild and gentle my Dad, he didn’t do anger really) was when I was watching telly and Best came on (think it was Wogan, can’t remember) and I called him something not very nice. Dad went mental and properly put me in my place. Taught me a lesson about respecting others that did. Sadly I haven’t always kept to it.
My wish, albeit an adventurous one, is that fans are allowed back in time for the CL final and I get to see,hear, and experience 30 or 40k of them singing the Colin Bell song in honour of the great man.
A gentleman, A rare footballer, and by all accounts a humble, decent husband and father.
God rest the King.