It is the 08th of May.
A day famously known for the birth of one of my truly amazing and wonderful friends in 1992.
Instead of being cheerfully happy for her on her 21st nameday, I find myself tearfully holding on to memories of the great Sir Alexander Chapman Ferguson on hearing the news that he has announced his retirement.
I’m letting that sink in and remembering all of seven of the 26 full years he has been at the helm of this great club and I am overwhelmed by emotions. It isn’t the end of the world. Clearly it is not, but that doesn’t make me feel any more able to cope with this.
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