That’s all fine and well, but…
Not a single word to the club that you were part of and paid your wages (I know, I know) for half a year, knowing full well you’d likely never play for it again?
Not a goodbye to the literal millions of supporters that have been with you all this time, from the thousands that showed up and sang your name for hours when you signed in the winter of 2020, to the people that supported you greatly when you did pretty much nothing but sit on the bench, going as far as to take your side and lament the hugely succesful coach that chose to not play you because you didn’t fit, to the relieved fans that screamed your name when you turned it all around with that freekick goal against Milan, to the millions that cried when you fell and felt relieved and elated when you ultimately rose again?
Nothing but a general, one-time ‘yeah cheers’ on Danish television, after your agent was very, very busy whoring you out to other clubs before we knew what the situation was in terms of your ability to play football, and to honor the contract you signed?
Not a moment of “hey Inter, good to see you, I’m alive and kicking, thank you for your support specifically’ for the club that gave you your career’s likely only major league championship?
Not a cameo and a wave at the stadium to the adoring and loving fans during a match?
Not even a goodbye when we chose to rescind the contract so you could do what you wanted, although other options would’ve probably suited us better (at least in terms of FFP).
Nothing at all?
Introvertedness, privacy and solitude in moments of hardship only takes you too far, and although I respect that you’ve seemingly fought back enough to do what you want, I can’t respect not giving anything, even the slightest back to us, specifically. Not people of the world, not football fans in general, not Danish people.
Us. Inter.
Now it’s Brentford and you’ll likely never look back. Time can prove me wrong, the actions over the last year tells me it will not.
I never thought I’d be emotionally invested in Christian Eriksen, but somehow, I did.
Now, must of all, I’m disappointed.