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The R.I.P. Thread

Sir Bobby Charlton 86.
Normally I put a bit about them on who they were and why they were famous, think we all know who he was
 
As a teenager I met him outside Villa Park when Man Utd played Chelsea in the FA Cup. I got his autograph before the match and then after the match Dan Petrescu signed over the top of it.
 
Pre Premier League and the influx of some of the best players in the World he was probably the best footballer I’d ever seen.
 
The true gentleman of football.
This news brought a tear or two to my eyes, what great player, and a truly great man.
 
Of the XI that played yes. Ian Callaghan, Terry Paine and George Eastham are still around from the squad as well
 
Gangster turned author, Dave Courtney 64, suicide
 
Gangster turned author, Dave Courtney 64, suicide
Wow.

Was just listening to Dodge Woodall’s podcast with him the other day. James English did a similar one a couple of years ago if you’re into that sort of thing.

Strange character Courtney, from a world not many of us can relate to.

Never would’ve considered him to be someone to take his own life. That in itself probably speaks volumes.

Very sad, RIP.
 
My mates older brother was a good batsman. Played for Northants seconds. He took great pride in the fact he once scored a four off Bishan Bedi in a charity match (Bedi must have been post retirement even then)
 
Gangster turned author, Dave Courtney 64, suicide

Well one day I was sitting at home threatening the kids, and I looked out of the hole in the wall and sees this tank drive up and one of Dave's boys gets out and he comes up, all nice and friendly like, and says Dave wants to have a talk with me. So he chains me to the back of the tank and takes me for a scrape round to Dave's. And Dave's there in the conversation pit with Doug and Charles Paisley, the baby crusher, and a couple of film producers and a man they called 'Kierkegaard', who just sat there biting the heads of whippets and Dave said 'I hear you've been a naughty boy Clement' and he splits me nostrils open and saws me leg off and pulls me liver out, and I said my name's not Clement and then he loses his temper and nails my head to the floor.
 
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