Bobby's beat

I could eulogise about his glory years as arguably England and Ipswich Town's greatest manager (although there's someone called Ramsey whom could also lay claim to that), but my one quintessential image I have of Bobby Robson is sitting on the bench at the 1990 World Cup Semi-Final against West Germany, and the look of apoplectic regret as he witnessed his side just being edged out of the competition on penalties, and the denial of the chance for revenge against Argentina in the Final. In a very British way, that summed up the man and his no-nonsense love of football and love of life.

In one of those "remember where you were when you heard the news" moments, I sat at work today and saw the news that Sir Bobby had died after his long battle with cancer, and instinctively looked out through the window with that same expression of apoplectic acceptance of his in 1990.