Trip Down Memory Lane
*THE EVENTS IN THIS POST HAPPEN AT THE SAME TIME AS THE PREVIOUS POST*
Bobby Charlton sat in his house, his eyes glued to the television. The boy had done well and Bobby was extremely pleased and proud. He turned to his wife :
"He's a natural Norma", he said," a complete natural!"
"Yes, Bobby, he is" replied Norma, she then left the room to get a drink.
Bobby turned back to the television. In the screen he saw Nathaniel replying to a question about juggling school and his job. He retorted in good humour and Bobby chuckled. He was extremely pleased by what he saw. This had been his managers test. He wanted to see if he could cope when being examined ,almost microscopically, by the media. He had passed with flying colours, even adding in a bit of humour to leave a lasting impression on the journalists in attendance.
He saw somebody in the screen, slightly off to the side of the journalists. No it couldn't be he thought to himself? Was it? The sight of him brought back chilling memories, memories that were unwelcome in the Charlton house, memories that if Bobby could, would be erased from his mind. Horrific memories, shocking memories, angry memories. But most of all sad memories, these memories had never left Sir Bobby, they had always been there lurking in the back of his mind. Life acted as a distraction from these memories but they were omnipresent, always there. He hated it. Hated himself sometimes for being one of the few survivors of that crash, whilst the likes of Duncan Edwards had been cruelly killed. He heard Norma coming back into the room and he pushed those dark, sinister memories to one side. He had to be brave. He was after all Sir Bobby Charlton.
The press conference finished and Nathaniel left as Bobby continued to watch on, he saw Nathaniel was about to get into his limo and then stopped as a man handed him a note. Bobby couldn't see his face but he knew who it was, the same man he had saw earlier. He felt the tears begin to prickle in his eyes as that same man vanished into the crowd before Nathaniel had finished reading the note. Bobby knew who he was, he knew that Nathaniel wouldn't though. As that man had been one of his greatest friends, a true hero, a legend, the superlatives for him would never run out. He had charged back into the fiery wreckage to save people whilst Bobby had watched on awestruck at this man's quick thinking and downright courage. That man was the one person Bobby looked up to. That man was Harry Gregg...