As the memorial service for Sir Bobby Robson goes out on television, it is a chance for me to tell my own Sir Bobby story.
Years ago I was living in east London and one day saw Bobby Robson stuck in traffic in a Jag XJ on the A11 Leytonstone High Road.
I guessed he was heading to Ipswich, so I fired off a letter with directions on how best to avoid the traffic through Stratford, Leytonstone and Wanstead - rat runs or 'back doubles' we used to call them.
The letter also contained some advice as to who he should be picking for England.
Well, I got the most pleasant letter back by return of post.
Yes, he said, he was going to Suffolk that day, and he promised to try one or two of my routes, although he thought they might be a bit too complex to follow.
He thanked me for my advice on team selection, although he clearly had no intention of following it.
I thought it was about the kindest and most considerate reply I could have expected.
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The letter emphasised the reasons why Sir Bobby has always been held in the highest regard.
...although he clearly had no intention of following it.>>
You don't keep a dog and bark yourself....:-)
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Thanks for that.
As a keen Ipswich Town fan of quite a few years standing I have read over the past few months many stories along the same lines telling of Sir Bobby's considerate and kind nature. I met him once, there was absolutely no connection to motoring (and it's a pretty dull story) so I won't waste anyone's time by recounting it here.
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