I was working on a radio show the day he died and managed to get the august football writer Brian Glanville – someone I admire a lot too – to come on and chat about him. He had some great stories about Bestie but insisted he just loved having fun. makes sense, I suppose.

He enjoyed a brief spell with Cork Celtic in the mid 70s – merely flying in to Leeside on a Saturday evening for matches which were played on a Sunday afternoon.

Obviously, Best’s presence ensured the crowd was massive but he was a pale, pale imitation of his El Beatle days – I’m told.

One particular Sunday, clearly the worse for wear after a heavy night of socialising in Cork city, Best stood, hands on hips, by the sideline. One disgruntled punter leaned over the fencing and shouted: “You’re riding half of Cork today, Georgie”

And without blinking, Best replied, “And I rode the other half last night.”

Dunno if that’ll be lost in translation, but I’m sure you can guess what riding means.