And some nights, when the disappointment feels unbearable, you realise you're not crying over football. You're crying for every version of yourself that kept believing.
To next season...
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I've lost people, changed cities, grown older, and watched life become something I never imagined.
But Arsenal remained.
The same badge. The same dream. The same ache.
Years have passed, managers have come and gone, players became memories, and seasons slipped away.
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Yet every matchday, I still look for that little boy inside me who believed anything was possible.
Maybe that's what being an Arsenal fan really is.
Growing older without ever letting go of a dream.