George Harris was born in East Ham in 1956 and carried East London with him throughout his life. He was proud of where he came from, proud of his family, and proud to support West Ham United through every high, low, great escape, cup run and unforgettable night under the lights.

Football was more than a game to George. West Ham was part of his routine, his conversations, his weekends and his memories. He would talk about the players, the old grounds, the atmosphere, and the matches that stayed with him for life. He loved the passion of the supporters, the history of the club, and the feeling that West Ham belonged to the people.

George had a way of making matchdays feel special. Whether it was a family gathering around the television, a trip to the ground, or a quick phone call after the final whistle, he made everyone feel involved. He celebrated every goal like it mattered, questioned every referee decision like only he could, and never lost faith in the team he loved.

Away from football, George was known for his warmth, humour and loyalty. He was the kind of man people could rely on. He had time for others, always had a story ready, and could make people laugh with a look, a comment, or one of his classic matchday opinions. His family meant everything to him, and he built a life full of love, memories and laughter.

To those who knew him, George was more than a West Ham fan. He was a husband, father, grandfather, friend and neighbour. His love for the Hammers was just one part of a life filled with pride, kindness and character.