Christ, Charlton. There's another charmless icon. A great player, but my god he's a drip. Do you remember that great Shanks story? The mancs are playing us at Anfield, the bus drives up, off come the players, Shanks is standing there greeting them - 'Hello, Matt, son, Hello, George...' on and on. When it comes to Charlton, knowing what a worrier he was, Shanks took him by the hand and said, 'Jesus Christ, Bobby, son, have you been ill? Are you sure? You don't look right, son! Take my advice, after the match, get yourself checked out! Don't delay! Oh, and have a good game, son!' When the team sheets were delivered, Charlton's name had disappeared. 'What's up with Bobby?' asked Shanks. 'Er, he's suddenly come down with something,' Busby's number 2 said. Brilliant, but what a twit.