Not Bothered About Best
I’m not sure how you guys feel about the demise of George Best.
Football and I don’t mix well. (Exercise and I don’t mix well, but that’s a different matter.)
Anyway, I just don’t understand the media frenzy over Best. According to this biography of George Best, his football career effectively ended in 1984 and he seems to have cruised through the past twenty-odd years on his reputation as a hardened boozer. Many a lesser celeb would have faded to obscurity by this stage.
An art teacher I once had frequently told me “You’re only as good as your last performance”. And for me, Best’s last few performances included domestic violence and continued drunkenness (despite a life-saving liver transplant in 2002).
Don’t get me wrong, I can see the tragedy in this story, and the all-too-familiar tale of fame, fortune and excess. However, what others see as the demise of a legend, I see as the demise of a sad alcoholic. The irony is that, as George Best lies dying from alcohol abuse in a London hospital, 70,000 pubs in England and Wales are preparing to extend their opening hours to invite a new generation of binge drinkers. Hmmmm….
It is sad, but I can see where you’re coming from.
I think it suprememly ironic that, as the poor man dies, govt. introduces measures which can only lead to increased abuse of alcohol, more violence and more premature deaths. Private Eye ran a cartoon satirising that patrons in a bar couldn’t smoke while getting absolutely legless.
Then, in another context, we see a legal opinion that a woman can consent to sex when poleaxed, bordering on unconsciousness…crazy.
Thank God or Allah I will be spending Christmas in a MUslim country!
He was a great footballer who took his own organs and destroyed them then took someone else’s perfectly good organ and destroyed that as well, what a waste. Another person could have recieved that organ and put it to much better use.