So the curtain finally comes down on David Silva’s Premier League career. An outpouring of sepia toned sentimentality is assured because there’s something about Dave that invokes feelings few other players have to power to inspire. Silva has been perhaps the shiniest of Sheikh Mansour’s gifts to football’s most loyal band of supporters and the faithful have certainly responded to the quiet unassuming little football genius from Gran Canaria, a man who has had more standing ovations than Bruce Springsteen on Broadway.
The “football genius” tag is overused but few players are on the same continent as Spanish Dave when it comes to ball playing intelligence. No one moves and finds space between the lines like our David. And, when you talk about movement, that is for me the most magical thing about Merlin, who is the embodiment of the beautiful game. He is the most beautiful player that I have ever seen and that’s not a comment on whether or not he could pass for a matinee idol: he is such a poised, graceful athlete; his balletic pirouettes are as aesthetically pleasing on the eye as anything I have witnessed on the field of play.
Silva’s performances are not just easy on the eye, his ability to find a killer pass (hello Edin) and to retain the ball under pressure have been key ingredients in the recipe for success that has brought a string of trophies to Manchester City over the past ten years. A decade during which David Silva has been central to the kind of dominance City have exerted over English football and which has seen El Mago become probably the club’s most beloved player ever and certainly a contender for the King’s crown.
The hope now is that his team mates can give him the send-off that he deserves by helping him lift the one piece of major silverware still missing from his storied career.