It is not always just nostalgia that gilds the past. The 60s did, in reality, swing. The 70s did too, so eat your heart out if you missed them because there is no chance of their being matched, certainly not for the uncomplicated happiness they generated on football pitches, or heaving terraces.
And George Best at his dissolute worst was unarguably a sunnier presence at Old Trafford between 1963 and 1974 than another teenage genius who arrived there 30 years later.
It will be difficult to erase the image of Wayne Rooney's crazed snarl at the world through TV cameras after completing the hat-trick that rescued Manchester United against West Ham. Here, captured forever, was a beast of his age, angry for reasons it was hard to fathom at the time, and impossible for impartial observers to justify now.
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