How I learned to stop worrying...

I read a lot about George Best in the last few days but this from Simon Barnes in the Sunday Times stood out:

“That was how Madame Tussauds sculpted him: in his matador pomp, two hands beckoning. You want me? Then come. And then the lunge, and Best had a trick that no one else could bring off. He used to disperse all the atoms of his body and, a nanosecond later, bring them back together on the far side of his opponent. That is surely the explanation. No other fits the bill.”