Scholes retires
Probably my favourite footballer of the last 20 years. Growing up, Paul Scholes was my favourite Fergie’s fledglings. Zidane, Henry, Xavi and Del Piero have all said he is the true genius in England.
The Ginger hair majestro in midfield was whom England should have built a team around. Not Beckham, Not Gerrard and certainly Not Lampard. Had they put him on the pedestal, England may well have been more successful than they are now, the laughing stork of European football.
A one club man, I would have paid money to see him surrounded by much better players than what United have put around him in recent times. If I was a professional, I probably would have signed for United just for the chance to play alongside him.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit... . 