Frank and I have been pals for years... now he doesn't know my name: The scale of Worthington's dementia battle left Peter Reid heartbroken - now he calls for a Government review between heading and the illness

You don’t really see dementia until it is up close. Then it hits you.

To me, Frank Worthington was a man of great charisma, larger than life, a true maverick. He had an aura about him. So when I saw him not so long ago, it broke my heart.

Frank and I were friends from our days at Bolton Wanderers. When I visited, he just about recognised me.

‘Hello young man,’ he said. I didn’t mind, after all I’m 64 and he’s 72, but he wasn’t so sure about my name.