When I was a young kid in London, the first professional game I ever saw was Fulham v Man Utd at Craven cottage. In those days the kids got passed down to the front of the crowd and I ended up pressed against the perimeter fence, literally a yard from the pitch. That was the first time I fell in love. The object of my love, was a skinny lad playing for Man Utd, he had unbelievable dribbling skills. could turn on a sixpence, beat players for fun. Stop in a second and then accelerate like a Ferrari. He was the best dribbler I have ever seen. His name - George Best.
