There was a great way for SIR BOBBY CHARLTON to talk about the game he played so well.
When it comes to how popular it is and how it can reach everyone, football is the only game that needs to be made.
That’s what the great man said, and when word got out that he had died, everyone who loved that game around the world mourned the loss of one of its best players.
Wept and thanked them. Like he was at Bramall Lane.
Even though the game is all about making noise, you couldn’t help but be quiet when the news came in.
We lost a time, a person, or a player that we will never get back.
But when Sir Bobby’s speech was added to the planned minute of silence for the victims of war in the Middle East, cheers could be heard all over the stadium.
People in the away end yelled, “One Bobby Charlton.”
A picture of the young athlete hunched over a ball was shown on the big screen on the ground.
It was clear that he was getting older because his wave of blonde hair was getting thinner as he worked. He would sweep it to the side before doing his magic, which was almost a symbol.
The big smile is another thing that stands out in that shot.
There’s no need to be grumpy or try to scare someone.
He was just genuinely happy with what he was doing.
It’s important to remember this quote from him at a time when there is a lot of talk about football players playing too many games.
“Some people say that we soccer pros are slaves to the game.”
“Well, put me in jail for life if this is slavery.”
He loved football, and football loved him back in a way that only a few things can do: put aside rivalries and bring everyone together in awe and respect.
The failing Sheffield United team’s home field was a small version of football’s shared sadness and joy.
It was especially moving because Manchester City had just paid tribute to one of their best players at The Etihad a few hours before.
Francis Lee broke down goals for the blue team in Manchester, while Charlton did the same thing for the red team.
On the last day of the season at St. James Park, Lee got the goal that sealed the 1967–68 title.
Just 18 days later, Charlton scored twice as United won the European Cup at Wembley. This was ten years after he was pulled from the wreckage of the Munich air crash.
Charlton liked to play and watch football. He would have loved the winner here, too. In the 77th minute, Diogo Dalot hit a shot from 25 yards out that went into the top right corner.
What words he would have used to describe the game before that, though, is a different story.
He once said, “I never really found football annoying.” “It all came quite easily.”
Oh, if only that were true of the old team.
It’s become a tough game to watch, and fans of the club now travel to see it in the hopes of seeing something good.
Before half-time, a friend in the away end texted me, “Awful.” Went down after 35 for a beer, it was terrible.
But Erik ten Hag’s team has spirit, as shown by Scott McTominay’s two goals in extra time against Brentford before the international break, which saved them from a loss.
Again, McTominay scored to put the Red Devils ahead in the 28th minute.
As he turned to hit a low ball, he hit it with the outside of his boot. It wasn’t the best shot, but it went into the far bottom corner.
However, six minutes later, the same player’s raised hand would give The Blades a penalty, which Oli McBurnie would confidently score.
After that, captain Bruno Fernandes hit the post with a free kick, and in the second half, Sofyan Amrabat hit the post with a long shot.
Then Dalot gave a moment that was different from what came before.
Nowadays it’s easy to forget about United games, but Sir Bobby will never forget them.
A lot of fans kept chanting “One Bobby Charlton” as the end of the game got closer.
Before the game, Fernandes brought a flower to lay down in the center circle on behalf of the players and staff.
Another one from the club earlier that day was the first one to be put in front of the statue of Sir Bobby with George Best and Denis Law.
That will grow into a sea of flowers, just like it did when Best died in November 2005.