Wow, the last couple of days have all happened so fast I'm just now coming to terms with everything. I've tried to post the odd bit here and there on here and social media but I'm finally getting a chance to sit down and post proper thoughts on it all. Even if nobody reads the damn thing it helped me getting it all down in words.
I still find it hard to believe the events of the last two days, like many people I've never known anything other than Sir Alex Ferguson at Manchester United. Most of my mates that I go with have also grown up in the Ferguson era, only one or two have ever known our club without that great man in charge so we're all entering this brave new world together. When we all woke up yesterday morning, it was just another day supporting Alex Ferguson's Manchester United, just like every other. It feels like our world was turned upside down and there's no guarantee things will ever be the same. I said a few days ago celebrate every trophy as if its the last because you never know what the future holds. I believe the future is bright here, but I can't say it with any certainty, none of us can.
When I first met Sir Alex I was only about six and too young to take it all in, we went up to The Cliff where United used to train and met the squad that won the second league and cup double. I never realised then how much of an impact the man would have on my life. Ferguson has had a greater impact on my life than any other public figure in history, I really believe that. This club, under his leadership, has made my life so much better than it would be otherwise. All the memories I've gathered over the years, all the moments, the games, the goals. Every trophy celebrated, every place I've visited to see them play, every tear shed in emotion and all the great lads that I've met by going to watch this club that I'm proud to call some of my best friends. The lows, the highs, the funny moments, the passion and the love. It's all been made possible by this one man, who followed in the footsteps of the great Sir Matt Busby to give my generation more than we could ever have dreamed of.
On the 29th of September last year, I heard the first suggestion that Alex was retiring. I was sitting around talking to my uncle about United as usual before going down to the ground and he mentioned that it was expected to be Ferguson's last year. The suggestion was that the health scare last year had led to the doctor advising retirement. With him still being in contact with people at the club from when he worked there I decided to take it at least half seriously. United lost 2-3 to Tottenham later that day in the Premier League just to further infuriate me. Whether it was ever in the pipeline at that point that he was considering it I don't know, but that's what I heard anyway. I personally thought by January time that it was a red herring and we'd get at least another year of Ferguson.
A few days afterwards I'd end up having my second, and what will probably now be final, encounter with the boss. I looked up from checking my phone in the hotel lobby in Cluj-Napoca the morning after United's 2-0 win over CFR and saw the players walk past and Ferguson standing there. I didn't stop him for pics because he was in a hurry to get on the bus but I did get the opportunity to say thank you to him for all the great moments and for knocking the scousers off their perch. I'd always wanted that chance to thank him personally for everything, and he acknowledged it. It's hard to convey a lifetime of gratitude in a few seconds. In that moment I wanted to gush about the doubles and the treble, the promised land and all his great signings and the legendary title wins and the unforgettable european nights but the emotion said it all.
Speaking of emotion, its finally sinking in as I write this that this really is it. We are in Fergie time. When I first went to watch United at Old Trafford seventeen years ago I was sat not too far behind Ferguson and could see him out on the touchline giving the players the famous "hairdryer treatment". This Sunday I have a feeling I'll be watching the dugout more than the game in all honesty. It feels surreal, I know I'm gonna get very emotional and there'll be lots of tears but it's an honour and a priveledge to go and watch the great man's last game and be there for the parade on Monday. It'll be a once in a lifetime weekend.
For Van Der Sar's save in the Moscow rain, for believing in Eric the King, for Jip Jaap Stam the big Dutch man, for Cristiano Ronaldo, for Steve Bruce's header, for "Captain Marvel" Bryan Robson, for Sparky defying the laws of geometry in Rotterdam, for Kanchelskis' hat-trick against City, for Cantona's goal at Wembley, for the great Dane Peter Schmeichel, for the destruction of Roma, for the class of 1992, for Beckham from the half-way line, for Scholes's volleys. For the beating of Los Galacticos, for the double double, for Giggs at Villa Park. For ending the 26 year wait, for the smile on Sir Matt's face that day. For the smiles on our faces since. For Ole, Cole and Yorkie. For Fergie time, for taking on the media and the FA and showing no fear. For Roy Keane and his captain's goal in Turin. For the Nevilles. For the 26th of May 1999, for Ole Solskjaer's toe poke, for the promised land ... for taking the impossible dream and making it reality. For lifting the broken pieces of a once great football club and carrying us to the top of the world. For giving 96 academy players first team apperances. For shutting Alan Hansen up once and for all and proving you can win with kids ... for doing it the Matt Busby way. For being the most successful football manager in the English game. For that and everything else ... THANK YOU BOSS.
EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US LOVES ALEX FERGUSON.