"One day, in the dark streets of Belfast,
A young man was born too soon,
For had he been born today, boys,
This game would know no gloom.
For he stood only five feet eight inches,
He weighed only eight stone,
By day he played with his friends there,
By night he played on his own.
Then early one morning a letter,
Arrived in the post at his home.
"Will your son please board the ferry,
From Ireland to England alone".
So a young lad arrived at Old Trafford,
Prepared to give his all,
But England's a long way from Belfast,
And the Emerald Isle did call.
It took all of Matt Busby's persuasion,
To make him come back for the test,
For he knew that he'd found a genius,
Who was so far ahead of the rest.
He could run at the speed of a greyhound,
Turn on a sixpence and shoot,
Dribble his way through a minefield,
While still only wearing one boot.
His playing brought crowds in their thousands,
His antics attack from the press,
But they still had to bow down in tribute,
And acknowledge true genius - GEORGE BEST. "
It was an honour
and a privilege to have seen George Best play football for Manchester United on
many occasions. He really was a genius; a most talented man who should always be
remembered for the skills he possessed and shared with us all.
His lifestyle
over recent years followed by illness that eventually took him away from us is
tragic and sad. But I believe Georgie will be remembered as the greatest
footballer of all time. This is what he hoped and this is what I would like to
see.
There are a number of
books of condolence for George Best where you may share your thoughts
with others. I have created one here as a tribute to Georgie and
hope that you will join me in signing it.
