George Best and the unfamiliar past

By the time I got to ‘clock’ club and international football as a kid, George Best was long a fixed point in the firmament. It goes without saying I didn’t know him, even though in the last few years I probably hurried past his local pub in Chelsea more than a few time, it never occured to me to press myself on his company for the sake of old times. The Guardian have published my own very personal account of his funeral.

Mick is founding editor of Slugger. He has written papers on the impacts of the Internet on politics and the wider media and is a regular guest and speaking events across Ireland, the UK and Europe. Twitter: @MickFealty