My story from the 1966 World Cup is one that my Dad used to tell and even formed part of his speech on my wedding day.
I was just 5 years old and had watched an England game on the television with him. Several days later he had settled down to watch another match when I appeared from the garden to disturb him. I asked him what he was doing, to which he replied "watching football", I confidently challenged him and told him this wasn’t football. He was slightly bemused but I had caught his attention and he wanted to know why I didn’t think this was football. My reply, much to his amusement was "this is not football because the people aren’t shouting Charlton”.
My Dad was suitably impressed with my understanding of football and took me under his wing to educate me fully. I was brought up to follow in his footsteps as a Manchester United and England fan and he would have been very proud if he had been with me at Old Trafford this week to celebrate the incredible career of Sir Bobby Charlton, who for me represents everything wonderful about our national sport.
Memory added on April 5, 2016
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