Farewell to the Ginger Genius…
Once upon a turf, in the land of Etihad where even the seagulls applaud, a ginger wizard named Kevin De Bruyne set the pitch ablaze! Much like a mystical redhead centaur galloping across a football pitch, the Belgian dazzled with his magic foot spells, leaving spectators wondering if their spectacles needed recalibrating. As I started covering City, my hair went red with envy, realizing I’d joined the fan club when Merlin Silva had already waved his wand goodbye and De Bruyne was casting a whole new set of marvels.
Dubbed a £54m flop initially—it was fun while it lasted, media folks!—the man defied gravity and bank statements, rediscovering magic with each stride. Under Master Guardiola, Kev ascended to cosmic levels, turning matches into theatrical spectacles. Remember that 7-2 whirlwind against Stoke? The no-look wizardry to Leroy Sane was JTBG – Just Too Blinkin’ Good, and it was enough to make even invisible footballing pixies snatch popcorn and watch! Does anyone play football or just star in a musical serenade orchestrated by De Bruyne?
Yes, The Wizard of Brussels may wave goodbye, but cries of “We did it, Kev!” now echo across the annals of football history, turning pages made of pure brilliance. His hamstring snapped, but he played like he had spare tendons on standby, chaining City to their Treble treasure. Though he departs the pitch, his footprints will become hallowed relics, etched into the hallowed turf, where pigeons now resoundingly coo his legacy. Magic may fade, but legends are eternally loud.
