our of Bobby Charlton’s uncles were professional footballers and, when he was in his early teens, he would follow them to the club and stand at the door while they had a pint inside, imagining the conversations they must be having about football. Yet by the early 1960s, he seemed almost bored by discussions of football. “If you talked about the match,” his former team-mate Harry Gregg remembered, “Bobby would pick up his pint and say, ‘I’m off if you’re going to talk about football.’”
