First of all, Id like to thank John Blake Publishing and particularly my editor James Hodgkinson for giving me the opportunity to work on these books and for supporting me throughout. Writing stories for the next generation of football fans is both an honour and a pleasure.
I wouldnt be doing this if it wasnt for Tom. I owe him so much and Im very grateful for his belief in me as an author. I feel like Robin setting out on a solo career after a great partnership with Batman. I hope I do him (Tom, not Batman) justice with these new books.
Next up, I want to thank my friends for keeping me sane during long hours in front of the laptop. Pang, Will, Mills, Doug, John, Charlie the laughs and the cups of coffee are always appreciated.
Ive already thanked my brother but Im also very grateful to the rest of my family, especially Melissa, Noah and of course Mum and Dad. To my parents, I owe my biggest passions: football and books. Theyre a real inspiration for everything I do.
Finally, I couldnt have done this without Ionas encouragement and understanding during long, work-filled weekends. Much love to you.
From the touchline, Ryan looked up at the Old Trafford scoreboard:
Manchester United 2 Hull 1 67 minutes
After so many years at United as a player, it felt very strange to now be the manager of the club. But Ryan was determined to carry on the amazing work that his hero and father figure, Sir Alex Ferguson, had started more than twenty-five years earlier.
Weve got two aims, he liked to tell the players. We want to win trophies and play entertaining football.
Like Fergie with the famous Class of 92, Ryan put his trust in youth and it was working well. On his debut, young striker James Wilson had scored two brilliant goals to put United ahead. Sometimes, youngsters just needed an opportunity and a supportive manager.
Its time, Ryan said to himself and he began warming up along the touchline. When the fans noticed, they began to sing:
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs,
Running down the wing,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs,
Running down the wing.
Feared by the Blues,
Loved by the Reds,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs!
Ryan got goosebumps as he listened but he stayed focused on the game. After doing his stretches, he took off his tracksuit. Wearing the Number 11 shirt, he was ready to make his final appearance.
Good luck! Steve Bruce, the Hull manager said, patting him on the back. Back in the 1990s, they had been teammates together at United. They had shared many happy times and many trophies.
The whole stadium clapped as Ryan ran on to the pitch. He was not only a United legend, but a Premier League legend too. Somehow at forty years old, he was still good enough to play at the highest level. He no longer had the incredible speed that had made him a wing wizard and he couldnt play as many games as he used to, but he still had the talent to create moments of magic.
Ill take it, Ryan said when United won a free kick and no-one argued with him. This was his day and he was their manager.
He took a deep breath. It was probably his last chance to score a goal in front of the amazing United fans, so he had to get it right. He curled the ball with his left foot, just like he had so many times before. Everyone in the crowd held their breath as it flew towards the top corner.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
But the Hull goalkeeper made a brilliant save to tip it round the post. The crowd groaned. Ryan put his hands to his head So close! he said to Michael Carrick.
The match ended 3-1 to United. At the final whistle, Ryan shook hands with the referee and the Hull players. A good sportsman didnt just play well; he was also polite and respectful to others.
After hugging his teammates, he couldnt put it off any longer. It was time for Ryan to speak to the fans. With a microphone in his hand and thousands of faces watching him, he felt just as shy as he had as a thirteen-year-old arriving at Manchester United for the first time.
Thank you for your support this year, he began and already he could feel the tears coming. He wiped his eyes. We know its been tough this season but Im sure that in the coming years well bring you more success.
Ryan Giggs Red Army! Ryan Giggs Red Army!
Would the fans always chant his name? He really hoped so.
Keep supporting us and the good times will come back soon!
The crowd roared and Ryan sent the players on a lap of honour around Old Trafford. It was a very emotional day. After twenty-four seasons in the United first team, Ryan was finally hanging up his boots.
As he walked around the stadium, clapping to the fans, he thought back on all of his amazing memories at the club: winning the FA Youth Cup with Becks, Scholesy, Nicky, Gary and Phil; winning a record thirteen Premier League titles; winning four FA Cup trophies; winning four League Cup trophies; and winning two Champions League trophies.
Ryan was the greatest winner in the history of British football. As a teenager, he had dazzled with his pace and dribbling skills but as he grew older, he won matches with his vision and intelligence. United would never have another wing wizard like Ryan he was unique.
The club had been his home for most of his life. With the support of Sir Alex Ferguson and the United coaches, he had grown from the next big thing to become the Premier Leagues most successful player.
Ryan had enjoyed every minute of his amazing football adventure. And it had all started on the streets of Cardiff, Wales.
Ryan! Ryan!
He could hear his grandma calling his name from their house nearby but he wasnt quite finished. Besides, she knew the rule a match never finished until it was too dark to see.
Ryan won the ball one last time and dribbled at his opponents. He knew that he could beat them all he had way too much pace and skill for them. He went past one tired tackle, then another and then another, weaving from right to left. In winter, there wasnt much grass left on their pitch and there were lots of obstacles like rocks and drink cans. But for Ryan, dribbling past defenders was as easy as going round cones on a training pitch.
His teammates had stopped running to watch his skills. Ryan was a wizard with the ball at his feet and they knew that he was never going to pass. He still didnt have much power in his little legs but the only way to end his wonder run was to score a wonder goal. He shot low and hard with his left foot and the ball flew past the goalkeepers dive and off into the far corner of the field.
Coming! Ryan finally shouted, loud enough for his grandma to hear. It was time to celebrate with a lovely big dinner. He was starving.
Hey! Youve got to get the ball back first! Chris shouted but Ryan was already running away. Chris and Ryan were good friends, but Ryans habit of scoring the winner and running off without fetching the ball never failed to annoy him.