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      BOBBY

      MOORE

      By The Person Who Knew Him Best

      TINA MOORE

       Copyright

      HarperSport an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street London, SE1 9GF

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperSport 2006

      © Tina Moore 2006

      The Author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

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      Source ISBN:9780007378661

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       Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Foreword

       6. Happy Days

       7. Green Fire, White Lace

       8. Naughty Boy

       9. A Long Way From Christchurch Road

       10. A Touch of Brian

       11. Calling Time

       12. Extra Time

       13. The Job That Never Was

       14. Lost in Translation

       15. Who Was That Woman?

       16. Not-So-Sweet Carolina

       17. Brief Encounter

       18. Poppy Days

       19. Is That Bobby Moore?

       20. Absent Fathers

       21. The Magnolia Tree

       Afterword

       Index

       About the Author

       Acknowledgements

       About the Publishers

       Foreword

      BY JIMMY TARBUCK

      In the words of his adoring West Ham fans, Bobby Moore was a ‘top geezer’.

      The fact that he left us at fifty-one years of age is downright unfair. His memorial service was held at Westminster Abbey - how fitting for the best England captain we have ever had and for us all to say goodbye to our national hero. It was a wonderful service. Franz Beckenbauer read a lesson and then it was my turn. I have never been so nervous in my life. I opened up with, ‘I usually say it’s nice to be here, but on this particular day it certainly isn’t.’

      What I thought happened was that God had arranged a football match in heaven and had said to St Peter, ‘Get me the best captain.’ That, without doubt, was Bobby Moore.

      He was a total gentleman and a very fair man, both on and off the pitch. He was a terrific companion who could have won the World Lager Drinking Championship three years running. He was totally let down by those small, envious men who controlled football on a national basis in those days. He was never once offered a job, a position as a football ambassador or just representing the England team. It was, and still is, a bloody disgrace. He deserved so much more from life. What a great Minister of Sport he would have made.

      I once asked Pele about him. He said that Bobby wasn’t a friend, he was a brother. After all these years I still can’t believe that he’s gone and the phone is not going to ring and that voice at the other end will say, ‘Hello, Jimbo, all well?’ His sense of humour and his companionship and him just being Bobby Moore - oh, I do miss him.

       Hero

      Here’s my Bobby now. Head up, sunlight on blond curls. He’s been out there for nearly two hours but he looks so elegant and calm he might just have stepped onto the pitch.

      He’s chesting the ball down. A short pass to Bailie, who passes it back, socks down around his ankles. Bobby looks up. Where to now?

      I can feel Judith Hurst’s fingers tighten on my arm. Out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of Geoff, exhausted but still instinctively heading for the German goal.

      Oh Bobby, don’t risk it. Big Jack Charlton’s screaming at you. No one can hear what he’s saying, all we can see is his Adam’s

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