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It seems George's long standing battle is over, and finally he wins.

I'm obviously referring to his battle with the media, who, when he was at death's door, would lavish praise on him for being a flawed but lovable hero and the greatest footballer the world had known. then as soon as he started getting better, they'd paint him as a drunken, wife-beating, womanizing waste of a liver transplant. Nice one. Now he's dead, I guess he'll be getting some good press for a while.

 

I for one am sorry. I met George once. I bought him a drink (it was a long time ago, okay). He was probably my first hero. Growing up in Northern Ireland wasn't great a lot of the time. But when George put on a green shirt and made fools out of foreign goalkeepers, suddenly it didn't seem so bad to live in a country everyone else wished would just disappear.

 

 

Done