Bobby Moore was my first hero.
Has long as I can remember,Bobby's name was mentioned in our household.
When I was 6,my Dad took me to the Bobby Moore Shop and I chose a Bobby Rosette.My Dad has a photo of me and my younger brother in our West Ham shirts(were rather big
),with the rosette on my shirt.
I begged my Dad to see him play.I went a few months later in 1971 and see him in the flesh for the first time.
I am not really an emotional person,but the day he died,I had tears running down my face.That what he meant to me.
Still miss the awesome fella.