I'm 50 years old.
I remember when Paul Walsh left. He was my hero, and I was sad.
I remember when Gary Flitcroft left for Blackburn, and I was sad.
I remember when Rosler left and how much that hurt. The same for goater.
I remember the gratitude I had when Joe Royal left.
Moving into the recent era, I remember how touched I felt when Mancini put an ad in the MEN.
I remember David Silva.. My all time favorite player.
Gareth Barry...
The anger I felt when Milner left for the dippers.
I remember how grateful I was to Kompany and Aguero... Zabaletta.
I've always felt that Hart wasn't a great exit. He was fantastic for us.
And the players we said good bye to today. My heart hurt.
And I will remember Pep. The greatest manager to ever exist. The love I feel, the gratitude, the warmth in my chest and the lump in my throat.
One of the great things about football is that you always know that new heroes will be made. We are fortunate that we exist beyond a single team and a single player.
Saying goodbye to Pep reminds of that. There is love.... But there is genuine excitement of what the new dawn might bring.
New heroes await us all.
I watched Match of the Day earlier and Alan Shearer said when talking about West Ham that the boardroom eventually filters down to the field and.... We really are the reality of that.
What a comfort net to know that Khaldoon is still here.
I wonder how long we have left with him and, after nearly 20 years I fear his departure more than any manager; including Pep.
He is the legend here.
Whilst Khaldoon is here we are safe. In a few years his we may not be so fortunate but until then I think we are in safe hands.
What a time to be alive.