It’s 1969, and a starstruck schoolboy catches a glimpse of the absurdly talented footballer and his Danish fiancee
The swinging 60s never really caught on at King James’s grammar school in Knaresborough (founded 1616). Here the school song was a hymn of praise to obedience. Loyalty to house, school, Queen and country was the primary virtue. But in the autumn of 1969, at the age of 12, I thrillingly left that staid, if kindly, world behind to come face to face with the personification of the radical, excessive spirit of the age.
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