Tribute: Goodbye Giggs, thanks for the memories!

It’s easy to forget how good Giggs actually was as the trappings of age have inevitably taken their toll. The fact that he has transformed his style of play to adapt to the modern game and that of age related restrictions is further indication of his class. A once pacey winger with unrivalled dribbling ability “who floated across the ground like a cocker spaniel chasing a piece of silver in the wind” has adapted to play in a more central role defined by composure and positioning, traits one would not associate with a youthful Giggs. It is quite literally the equivalent of Arjen Robben finishing his career in a midfield role, but the thing is he couldn’t, this is testament to the ability of Giggs. If one moment defines Giggs’ greatness it is that goal against Arsenal at Villa Park in 1999. That is Giggs at his best, pure perspiration and inspiration a genius in full flow.

Giggs having joined United as 13-year old exemplifies the word “club”. He disembodies the modern footballer that is personified by greed, materialism and self-interest. Instead his devotedness to the club he has supported all his life makes him one of a dying breed. His desire to play at the top at the age of 40 is further evidence to suggest that the trappings of fame and fortune never took their toll. He, in essence is one of us. A mere mortal, a fan blessed with a touch of genius who just so happened to represent the club closest to his heart; and represent with honour, integrity and class both as a player and now as interim manger.

While his off field antics may well be justifiably questionable, we as fans can only base our opinions on what we support them for, this essentially boils down to the one remaining commonalty between players and fans, their commitment to the club, and for the crest so poignantly positioned upon their heart. For Giggs such commitment and desire could never be questioned. For this, he will forever be remembered in the same sphere as Edwards, Best and Charlton.

We haven’t had much to celebrate this season; in fact evidence of our all fall from Grace can be seen from the almighty celebration that preceded last night’s impending Scouse capitulation at Selhurst Park, what are we becoming?

Tonight however, we have real reason to rejoice, to revel in the genius, to rekindle the fondest of memories, and to honour the clubs greatest ever servant. As Giggs ever so elegantly sways down the wing one last time, all of Old Trafford should cherish it, for this is the man who made me fall in love with football at the tender age of five. He transcends all known levels of skill, commitment, and desire. He is so much more than a fantastic footballer, he symbolises Manchester United.

Just as I will always remember that much-revered first United shirt with Giggs on the back, I too will always remember the everlasting legacy that Giggs has given me. I have grown up with Giggs, he introduced me to the magic of football. He has provided me with eternal memories, many of which were the most joyous of young adulthood. For this I am forever grateful.

Thank you Ryan, for overtly contradicting the constant capitalistic nature of modern football. Thank you for proving that the word “club” in the context of football is not obsolete, and finally, thank you Ryan for making the beautiful game, exactly that… beautiful.