When I was at school, friends used to literally worship George Best.

When I worked in Chelsea in the mid-80s, I sometimes went for a drink at a tiny pub behind the Kings Road called the Phene Arms. I hardly noriced a bearded, gaunt-looking man who always sat alone at the same corner table drinking steadily, seemingly wearing the same clothes. One day a friend of mine nudged me and said : 'See that guy in the corner ? That's George Best....'

He literally had the world at his feet once. A rather sad story.

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