I've seen things you wouldn't believe.
I watched a Belgian with ice in his veins split defences apart before they even knew they were open. I watched Kevin De Bruyne bend matches to his will with passes that cut through floodlights and rain.
I saw a boy from Stockport grow into the heartbeat of a dynasty. Phil Foden, dancing through defenders like the ball belonged to him alone.
I saw Sergio Agüero rise in the dying seconds, and though that moment came before the master arrived, I watched Pep build an empire worthy of it.
I watched Centurions take a hundred points from a league that said it could not be done. I watched four straight titles fall into blue hands while the rest chased shadows.
I saw Erling Haaland descend on England like a force of nature. Thirty six league goals. Records shattered before winter had even left.
I watched Wembley turn blue. Istanbul too. I saw the Treble completed at last, the biggest prize carried home through Manchester rain.
And I watched a bald man in a black jumper stand on the touchline, arms folded, seeing the game seconds before everyone else.
All those moments will live forever. Sung from the stands, painted on banners, carried through generations.
time to leave