RIP, Sir Bobby Charlton..

Top 3 England players of all time.

Sad day for English football.

RIP Sir Bobby.

 

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RIP Bobby. One of England's greatest players, and World Cup winner. True hero and legend

 

The footballing world has a vast chasm to fill, R.I.P. Sir.

 

Proper football hero RIP Sir Bobby .

 

True great of football.

 

Absolute Gentleman and a wonderful player .

 

The best all round English player I've ever seen. No weakness to his game.
R.I.P. Sir Bobby, a true legend.

 

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An absolute legend of the game, and one of the top few we've ever produced.

RIP Sir Bobby.

 

RIP SIR. one of the greatest players of my youth. And along with Besty and others. A great team. European cup final v Benfica. Will stick in the memory alongside the world cup win.

 

Sad day indeed. The word legend is overused. Sir Bobby was a real legend.

 

I met him on a footballing day he ran for schools. I'd just been told I wasn't allowed to go to the local football summer school as I wasn't male and then this trip came up for a select few pupils from various schools. I asked if I could go and the teacher said probably not. I got them to check and I was allowed! There were only a few of us allowed and I think I was a shoo-in after kicking up a fuss and they knew how upset I was about the summer school. I had the absolute best time there and think about it often. RIP Sir Bobby.

 

Is there any of today's footballers who could fill his boots, not a chance one hell of a shot on him and a first class gent.

 

RIP Sir Bobby. Brilliant for England in the 66 and 70 world cups. Terrific shot on him but also very creative so much that the great Franz Beckenbauer was tasked with man for man marking him in the 1970 world Cup.

 

RIP Sir Bobby. One of the greats.

Dementia is a terrible disease & very hard for the families. I know it, as we are going through it with my Dad. Other than Barnsley legends Bobby was my Mum's favourite player. He'll be missed.

 

RIP Sir Bobby. Amazing player and as others have said a real gentleman.

 

I was surprised and disappointed to hear in one of the tributes, that Bobby had a sometimes strained and difficult relationship with his brother Jack.
Now come on, even if that is/was true, does it really need to be said ?.
As far as I could always see as a fan... Bobby loved his Man United, and he loved his England, and above all he just loved his football in general.
A real gent, and an absolute legend.

 

Bobby used to turn up ever year at the Dorothy Hyman Stadium in Wombwell to present the Mark Jones Trophy. A world star and a decent man. RIP Sir Bobby

 

Go and play Sir Bobby.xx

Twas the night before Christmas, Old Trafford was bare.
The staff all gone home, there was nobody there..
The lights cast a shadow, a soft glimmer which
lit up the soft green grass on the pitch.

Just as the clock gave out its twelfth chime
An old man appeared, as if frozen in time.
He gazed at the tunnel, then broke out in voice
"ITS TIME TO BEGIN.. LETS HAVE YOU MY BOYS"

Out from the tunnel appeared a lone figure
Same as in life, only infinitely bigger
The old man called out as he slowly drew near
"good evening Duncan, are the rest of you here"

The figure broke out in wide open smile
"Good Evening Sir Matt, it has been a long while
The rest are all coming, they'll be here soon,"
As seven more shadows were cast by the moon.

Whelan and Bent, Pegg, Taylor and Byrne,
Jones , and Colman, they came out in turn.
He greeted each one, just by calling their name
then proudly announced "do you fancy a game"

They took to the pitch, and the still night was broken
By leather on leather, not one word was spoken
They played once again, like they did long before
And imagined the sound of the Old Trafford roar

Edwards called out "come on lads lets pretend
That we've just scored a goal at the old Stretford End"
As they ran to the edge of the pitch by the goal
There in the stands sat a solitary soul.

His eyes were all puffy, his cheeks wet with tears
As his mind wandered back to those wonderful years
"come down and join us" they cried all as one
"yes come down and join them" said Matt "go on son"

The lonely man stood and with much pain he said
"I'm afraid I can't play with you, you are all dead.
You are all ghosts, and I am alive
That was the price that I paid to survive"

My role was to go on, inspire the team
And finally realise Matt Busbys dream
To tell of your greatness, and as I get older
To burden the weight of your life on my shoulders."

The ghost of Sir Matt then raised up his head
Giving out a loud groan, he finally said
"Bobby, You survived, that much is true
But we wouldn't be here if it were not for you

For you are the one who has kept us alive
That was the reason you had to survive
If you were with us, all we have would be gone
And the game that we play could no longer go on

If you can't understand why it happened this way
Then come here and watch when United play
They sing about us, they remember us all
We live and we breathe with each kick of the ball

The legends that live here, Robson and Best,
Cantona, Law, Giggs, Scholes and the rest
They are us, we are them, we are all here as one
And that is the reason United goes on

So come down and join us, we're begging you do
You are still one of us, and we're still one of you"
And then Bobbys face rose and he gave them a smile
And he said "I would love to come play for a while"

They played and they played, as they did in the past
Only not quite as skilful, and not quite as fast
And when it was over, and when it was done
They'd defeated Benfica by four goals to one.

Then Sir Matt said "lads, its been fun you know
But It's now Christmas day, and we really must go"
They walked to the front of the stadium and turned
And Sir Bobby said "there is something I've learned"

"You did not die, on that February night
You're still here with us, as you're with me tonight
And you'll live on forever as long as we play
As the ghosts disappeared down Sir Matt Busby way...