My dad, who watched him live, once told me that the crowd went silent when George Best received the ball. I can’t be sure if this is an exaggeration, but watching the clips of the late Manchester United legend, you get the point.

With the ball at his toes, nobody knew what would happen next. Not the spectators, not the defenders, perhaps not even Georgie himself, the Northern Irishman shaping up limitless possibilities in that intricate and creative brain, a player who could subvert the conventions of football in the time it took to pirouette from one foot to the other.

I am not comparing Marcus Rashford with his illustrious forebear — not yet anyway — but watching this young man oozing confidence over recent