I was shattered to hear of Bobby Robson’s death yesterday. He’s one of the first England managers I remember well, and took the side further than I’ve ever seen go since when he guided it to the semi-finals of the 1990 World Cup in Italy, a tournament that will forever live in my memory.
He always seemed like such a lovely, classy guy, too, and to think the game has lost him fills me with deep sadness.
May he rest in peace, and continue to smile down from above on England’s football fortunes. He will be sadly missed.