Never saw him play but like many other blues my age, he was my Dad's hero. Listened to him & my late Grandad talk about him over many a pint.
Even after the great players we've had over the last 10 years, The King was still head & shoulders above them in my Dad's eyes.
I managed to bag a couple of tickets for The Legends Lounge a few years ago. We knew we'd see a couple of ex players but didn't know who.
We were sat on a table, appreciating the free booze. My dad had his back to the doors & I was facing them.
I saw Bell walk in & asked my Dad what he'd do if he was one of the Legends? He put his pint down & said "Don't!"
He turned around & saw he was 20ft away from the bloke who he had admired from afar for decades. He turned back to me & said, "it's really him".
My Dad had regressed to a 10 year old kid with all the excitement of waking up Christmas Day morning.
He managed to grab a few words with him, had his photo talking to him. The day could have ended there & then for my Dad, he'd met his hero & even managed to shake his hand.
He was in awe, watching him walk around the room, doing the corporate thing to many other other Blues.
The result was unimportant from that point. He didn't care about the match, the free beer (he did take advantage of it though) or the rest of the day. The King had made a 60 year old bloke the happiest man in the earth.