I read Bobby Charlton’s last year.
It started off as a good read, his rise to the first team and the Munich air disaster. It mentioned his fall out with Jackie too, but Charlton – who used to be my favourite footballer – managed to go from a hero to a zero in my eyes as the book failed to keep my interest in him going.
Charlton’s very last game for England was in 1970 in the 2-3 defeat by West Germany at the Mexico World Cup. My dad let me stop up to watch it. One of the earliest of many disappointments of being an England football fan