Well, looks like it's done. Knew this summer's spending was coming from somewhere.
Biggest feeling I have is just regret. I'm sorry that our greatest ever player spent the majority of his career labouring under the most mediocre owners in our history, and is leaving without a single honour to his name as a result.
We should have won things with him, but I guess it isn't meant to be as long as we're shackled by our owners and the circumstances they impose.
Walker was the first one to see it, and he bailed early when we were all basking in the golden rays of optimism in warmer, happier times. Then we lost Poch. Then Eriksen forced his way out, just after the CL final, when we were already on our downslope. Then Toby and Jan left, one after the other, as we tumbled further from our peak. Hugo's endless endurance finally gave out at the end of last season. And now, one of the last men from a golden generation that lit up our lives and brought joy to us all is leaving - maybe the most important one of all.
He epitomized those days under a warmer, happier sun, back when everything was possible and we hadn't yet realized how thick the wall separating us from glory really was. And he stayed long after it was clear that wall would never break, plugging away, season after season.
Thanks for the memories, Harry. Hope you win things at Bayern, surrounded by the calibre of team and player that you deserve, at a club that aspires to win every competition it enters instead of just...exist.
Adios, and godspeed.