I would rather celebrate Kevin De Bruyne than mourn him. In a sport that often feels so complicated and torn off the pitch, he has always represented the timeless beauty of football on it.
There are a lot of players I have loved watching over the past 10 years in the Premier League but no one more than him.
I have always loved his vision most of all. The passes he could curl around a startled, helpless defence into the path of an onrushing Sergio Aguero or Gabriel Jesus or Erling Haaland, or any other Manchester City striker lucky enough to have him loading their bullets, were pieces of art.