Over the course of my career I have been fortunate enough to enjoy audiences with many great sports people, but none was more memorable than in the spring of 2005 when I met Sir Bobby Charlton at his spiritual home of Old Trafford.
He met me in the lobby of the East Stand, dressed in a blazer and a tie, before leading me to a hospitality box overlooking the pitch. He went up to the window to look at the empty stadium, before turning to me and saying, “Isn’t that a wonderful sight.”
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