A Manchester United Holy Trinity

George Best. Last orders were finally called on Georgie Boy, and not just his birth city of Belfast and adopted Manchester mourned, but an entire world did so. There are those who will claim Best never fully achieved his true potential, but any who witnessed him in his pomp will simply claim that it would have been simply impossible for him to be any better. A terrible concoction, a mixed blessing. One touched by angels on a football pitch, stalked by demons off it.

Denis Law. The king of the Stretford End!. Like a spark plug inside the penalty area, waiting, pouncing, be it an overhead kick, a flashing drive, hanging in the Old Trafford air like an eagle soaring before smashing home a header. Then the salute, the hands cupped in his sleeves, a raised arm to the heavens, the huge grin. Denis Law wore it all so well, as Rod Stewart, another in awe of him would certainly agree.

Sir Bobby Charlton. A gentleman. Sir Bobby like all Munich survivors and those connected with Manchester United in that period hardly ever spoke about it. A footballer full of grace, two footed, gliding across the pitch, forever on the move and when the opportunity arose, A man whose heart was broken at Munich, and who became more of a Mancunian than those actually born here. For nobody loved Manchester United more than Sir Bobby Charlton.