Goodbye to the Marathon Marvel…
In a heart-wrenching twist of fate that even a Shakespearean play couldn’t top, young Guy Battersby, a Manchester City fan with a heart as big as a football, departed this world after a cycling mishap sent him into the Rochdale Canal. As the moonlight tangoed across the waters on Good Friday, Guy’s family and a blue-clad army of fans gathered, releasing balloons and flares that transformed the sky into a theatrical City blue canvas. The lad had dreams faster than a Gazelle on a breakaway, training for the London Marathon, even as epilepsy cast an occasional shadow over his race.
But wait, there’s more! Young Guy wasn’t just any fan; he was a gym-conquering dynamo addicted to endorphins like a bee to honey. His sister Megan reminisced about her brother, the original Man City maestro, who at seven years old fell head over sneakers in love with the club. Dubbed “the best ever,” Guy’s friendships were golden trophies in the lives of those who knew him. Notorious for his quiet charisma, once you cracked his shell, the lad was a loyal companion in life’s grand football match.
And now, as a tribute fit for a king, the 23rd minute of Manchester City’s match will become a cacophony of applause heard across galaxies, as fans salute their dear “Ginga Twin.” Love flowed like a never-ending penalty shootout, with pals Shonagh and Lizzie dubbing him an irreplaceable diamond in their lives. Emergency services played the final whistle with solemn assurance: Nothing suspicious here, just a life ended too soon. Rest easy, Guy Battersby, the ultimate marathon man of hearts. We hope the heavenly fields have space for another City fanatic!
