Forgive the ramblings of an over emotional 64 year old man, who should probably know better, but here goes.
Peps 10 years at the Club have pretty much been the soundtrack to my recent life. I met the current Mrs Dodge the Christmas before he joined. She was told early doors that the one thing that will never change will be me and City. 6 months later I dragged her up to the CFA to the Pep greeting and from that moment on she was hooked. Within a couple of years she had her seasoncard and we've travelled all over England and Europe ever since. Kharkiv twice, Belgrade, Madrid too many times, Leipzig, Dusseldwarf, Basel and many others. Along the way, met many a hardened Euro away Blue who have become the best of friends. At Porto, I met for the first time in 20-odd years my very best mate from my teenage/early 20's years. The guy who used to hitch-hike round the country with me, as City daft scallies, ducking and diving in the dark days. The guy who I'd have took a bullet for, who I fell out with over stupid argument. Pep, getting us to that CL Final, sorted out that friendship, which still flourishes to this day. I lost my old man to cancer the year before Pep came. After the Pep greet I took the new Mrs Dodge to Southern Cemetery to see him. She noticed that his grave was covered in white feathers, which we thought nothing of at the time. At Istanbul, at the final whistle, when we were all thinking of the people we'd lost who didn't get to see us make history, you can imagine our thoughts when Mrs Dodge noticed a white feather float down from the sky at the final whistle.
That's the point of my post really. The personal memories that that man has given us will live forever. It's not just a footballing legacy, it goes far beyond that. The man hasn't just changed Manchester City. He's changed people, families, friendships. Changed the worlds perception of Manchester. Changed everything for the better.
What an absolutely blinding legacy.
So again, 10 years on, I'll be dragging Mrs Dodge up on Monday to wish him a fond farewell, in the balmy Manchester sunshine (he's even changed the fucking weather), sink a few scoops with mates and raise a glass to Josep Guardiola Sala.
Salud Pep, nice one.