Dancing lightly on the breeze
As any autumnal leaf would
Just ahead of that final
chasing icy winter wind.
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I so too remember watching George when I was a young Girl, at Old Trafford on Saturday afternoons, with my father. He was a n amazing player, of that there can be no doubt. I love the way you make us all responsible, pushing him further until he believed he perhaps was invincible, sadly it seems the demise of many people pushed out into the public domain. and yes we are to blame. Greta write again. Regards, Lucy
Bill, a beautiful expression of love for genius. The epitome of what is achievable with a combination of determination, ruthlessness, inn persuit of the aim and, above all, inate skill. George was more than that of course and he has left, thanks to technology, a record for generations to come, to know what it is to be a human being in all its glory and bathos. A most wonderful tribute.