Cristiano Ronaldo, it’s over between us
It’s hard for us to write this letter. We’ve been together for almost a decade now. When you came to Manchester we had a few problems, and you weren’t really all you could be for a couple of years.
Eventually, despite ups and downs, you became our everything. You transformed our world from Alan Smith to something better, something exciting.
But you had itchy feet, and for the last year your heart really wasn’t in it. As we loved you, we had to let you go. To Spain. To Madrid.
Of course, we kept up a kind of long distance relationship. It was admiring you from afar more than anything – you could still take our breath away.
This weekend, though, it changed everything. You’ve changed, or perhaps, we realise you always have been like this. Two chances to score, to settle the match or save the game, and you fluffed it.
Emotionally we understand impotence, but physically it repels us. This time Cristiano, it’s you, not us. It’s over.