Never have I loved a Frenchman more. He was our Breton Warrior. He gave everything he had for us. He embodied the spirit and determination we wanted to see in our players. He wore our shirt with pride. He gave us countless special memories. He dragged us through games that would otherwise have been dead.
It was like having your big brother looking after you...
We were told he wanted to stay; that he never asked to leave. But alas, the new regime at Charlton is looking for younger faces to carry us forward. Forward? We'll see.
Even if Yann was 42 instead of 32 I'd want him on my side.
Au revoir, Monsieur Kermorgant, et bonne chance! My heart is heavy with the news of your departure. You will be very much missed.