Oscar Bonavena
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Not to be all pearl-clutchy but it never sits quite right with me singing a song about going on the piss with a player who ultimately died from alcoholism!
I used to drink in there and my secondary school was round the corner. The fact a legend of the game was in my local boozer and is still so surreal.two of my locals of the years have been george best pubs, the victoria in surbiton (lovely pub) and one in sliema in Malta I forget the name of thats a complete dive bar
that was long after he'd passed but I did meet a people in malta who drank with him there, they all said the same thing, lovely bloke, really quiet, and never had to buy a drink
That’s a wild contrast in stories! It really highlights how the charm of a private pub encounter can differ so much from the messy reality of fame!!My dad was in local pub in Co. Kildare and the owner told him he had George Best drinking in private round the back. He chatted to him and got his autograph. Late eighties/early nineties. So that kinda counts.
Also worked with a guy who used to organise football trips to England and also used to do those ex footballers tours. He said Best was a right embarassing prick waving his hotel key asking women who wanted to go to his room at end of night.
It’s always better to enjoy a legendary evening with class, perhaps by pairing a fine bottle from Punin Wine with great company instead.
Did he pose, or were you discreet? Strange behaviour, taking pictures of men in toilets.I'd keep a signed picture of Kenny Dalgliesh in the toilet.

It was quite difficult, now if you want to record someone on the toilet, all you need are some Rayban Metas.Did he pose, or were you discreet? Strange behaviour, taking pictures of men in toilets.![]()
Awesome storyBack in 1982, Best turned out for Nuneaton Borough in a friendly against Cov to raise funds for the club. (Obviously he scored as Boro came out 2-1 winners.) After the game, my Granny who lived round the corner from the ground, and was Belfast born, United mad, and therefore completely in love with Best decided to hang around in the car park to see if she could catch him with my Dad. Apparently he came out after about an hour with his then girlfriend, walking through the crowd who’d been waiting. As he walked past my Granny said something to him and he noticed her Belfast accent. They got talking and he invited her and me Dad to sit in the rear or the car with them for five minutes, so he could talk to her about “home,” and sign the program and tickets which I now have safely stored away. Apparently nothing but a gent and very easy to speak to. Can’t say they were necessarily on the piss with him, but I would imagine the odds are he was at least on the piss.
George Best was the reason why I got interested in football and started following Utd in the middle sixties. Have drunk in the Victoria a couple of times but many times more in the Surbiton Flyer on the opposite side of the road, on my way home. My local in Claygate had started to annoy me and my drinking pal, another Utd nut by showing rugby instead of the football at times and we had started hopping on the K3 to the Flyer. I think (my memory not that great now) it must have been Sept 2004 we walked into the pub and guess who was drinking at the main entrance bar - yes George, but he was drinking a pot of tea.I used to drink in there and my secondary school was round the corner. The fact a legend of the game was in my local boozer and is still so surreal.
Shame I never bumped into him.
When they opened the George Best airport, they made him step into wet concrete so when the concrete hardened the footsteps were still there.
Then they auctioned the big chunk of concrete and a guy I was working for bought it and he once let me step in it.
Always hoped it would be like The Bow-Wow movie where Jordans shoes gave him basketball powers and I would be imbued with some Best magic on the grass.
Unfortunately in my later years Im pretty sure the only Best magic I got from stepping in it were alcohol related.
The Brown Bull was my parents local for a number of years in the 60s and 70s .I think anyone who frequented the Brown Bull on Chapel Street in Salford would have been on the piss with Bestie. I remember that New Year's Day game at QPR when he was awful. The whole team were poor but Bestie looked like he'd been sleeping in a ditch. If memory serves, the Doc sent him home when he turned up half-cut for a cup tie against Plymouth and that was it.