Just watched Neville's tribute video at United's official site. Makes me sad all over again. The above picture was one of the most ecstasy-filled moments I've had as a United fan. Gary, wearing his heart on his United sleeve went totally berserk when Paul Scholes headed the winner at Wastelands, Manchester City. And at 90++ minutes. What beauty.
But I won't be seeing the back of this great man again, at least not as a United player no more.
What is this melancholic feeling clawing the clusters of my thought ? Gutted. Fucken' gutted.