I will shed a tear when the 'Last call for Alitalia flight AZ271 to Rome Fiumicino' announcement is made. I hope I will share one last embrace with the man and feel his beautiful beard against my cheek one more time. Then he will run towards the gate leaving only memories. It's been a pleasure from the moment you put pen to paper, Mo. I will remember your time on the substitutes bench with great fondness, as I will your screamer against Shrewsbury that went out for a throw in, that time you dribbled the ball off the pitch like a dog being told to fetch and that time I almost caught your wayward shot in the upper tier of the Shed. And of course, Mo, how could I forget that beautiful smile you cracked on the 106 occasions that you never made the matchday squad.