Back in the summer of 1990 I'd just graduated and embarked on several weeks of happy drinking and footy watching.
Over the course of that sunny June Bobby Robson's team took us all closer to World Cup glory than we could ever have imagined.
Of course he was a great club manager with Ipswich, Barcelona, PSV and Newcastle. But he was also the width of a post (Waddle's shot) and penalties away from our first World Cup final since you know when.
With more luck we could now be remembering him as the manager of England's second World Cup winning side. It wasn't to be, but Robson deserved praise for his achievements that year.
Later he cemented his place in the nation's heart by repeatedly battling illness. Robson carried on through a succession of posts until eventually falling foul of the managerial merry-go-round at his beloved Newcastle. How sad that it should happen there, of all places.
Thanks for everything, Bobby.