i guess the heavens were lacking footballers, and therefore just had to call up the greatest of all. he was seventeen when he broke into the first team. he was twenty-two when he lifted the european cup with manchester united in 1968. he was one of the greatest footballer of all time who had never played in the world cup. he defines dignity, loyalty, and the aesthetics of footballing world.
no wonder the sky outside looks super gloomy, even for la jolla. 'tis a sad day, and i think i will spend this entire day mourning the departure of one of the few manchester united players who are close to my heart.
rest in peace, lad.
photos stolen from soccernet, but at least not hotlinked.
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