If there was ever a definition of the consummate "football man", Sir Bobby Robson would be it. Diplomat, negotiator, master motivator, quote machine, journeyman - Sir Bobby pretty much did it all.
Really, really tangentially during a football match between Newcastle United and Everton, I remember Brian Marwood talking about how if they could ever clone people, then you'd need one of each profession to set an example for the generations to follow (sort of like a transcendental, modern-day Noah's Ark). I've loved the idea ever since then. But as I watched Sir Bobby's astute tactical substitutions turn a 0-1 deficit into a 2-1 win in front of one installment of "sixty-nine thousand screamin' Geordies every Saturday afternoon", it slowly dawned on me that if you ever had to pick a football manager to put into that genetic Noah's Ark, you'd pick a man very much like Sir Bobby Robson.
Rest in peace, Sir Bobby Robson. A fighter till the very end.
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