I think I've already told the story of how I came to support United on this board. The 1998 world cup in France awoke my passion for football, I remember everyone going crazy in the country. I've never really felt French so I didn't especially join in the hysteria, but I started to love the sport (I was still pretty young). At that time, very little football was shown on TV, and during the following season, TF1 (the major broadcaster over here) started to show Utd's Champions League push, and one of the games I remember the most clearly is the return game against Juve, and of course the final. I came to love the club, the craziness about it and its players. That, and a certain person on the touchlines, a guy who looked annoyed a lot of the time and who apparently liked to point to his watch.
I was too young to realize at the time exactly how important this person was for the team I supported, the club and football in general. However, during the years that followed, as I continued to follow the adventures of these Red Devils, I started to comprehend just how immense that man was and what he symbolized. Fighting spirit. Never say die. Valour. Courage. Wit. Intelligence. But what defines the man more than anything in my mind is his adaptability. That he could achieve such a level of excellence for so long, that he would be able to come to grasps with all the new trends (the star players, the agents, the tactics, all of it) of the sport and never seem like an old man at odds with what's going on is baffling. Intelligence is often defined as "the ability to learn or understand or to deal with new or trying situations". Who's going to deny the guy was a genius?
The day we've all dreaded would come has finally come, and as usual with this mischievous man, it took us all by surprise. A few days earlier, you could hear him talk about how the future was bright, how he was planning on going nowhere and telling us that he could be here for a decade! That's obviously not to be.
This is a sad day for us, a day that we will all remember for ages and that will symbolize the beginning of a new era for the club we love so much. But today, rather than looking towards the future and indulging in muppet frenzy, I want to thank the man for everything he's given us.
Sir Alex, thank you for your 26 years at the club. Thank you for your temper, your hair-drying, your boot-throwing, your media-banning, your exaggerating. Thank you for the good times, the victories, the trophies, the batterings, the tense victories, the surprises, the baffling team selections and for making us all eat our words time after time. Thank you for making me love this team so much, for instilling within the club a sense of invulnerability, strength and excellence that only a man of your stature could achieve.
You are the greatest manager in the history of the game, and it has been an honour seeing you on the side of the pitch for so long. For all this, once again, and for the last time, thank you.