When I was little I asked my dad, how much does Bobby Charlton earn? and he said £100 a week, which for me was about the most you could dream of. £100… every week. I asked that question because for me Bobby Charlton was the pole star. I sincerely remember wondering what I would do in some distant and unimaginable future when Bobby Charlton died. I could hardly imagine how life would go on. Well, he died yesterday and I suppose I can get over it. As I have said before, when a famous person who has marked your past dies or ages, the emotion you feel is not for them, it is for yourself, your own lost years, the time that cannot be brought back. Equally, the yearning for a simpler, more innocent time, or, maybe, and this is telling, a simpler, more innocent self.

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