We don’t know how to begin. We’ve never really done something like this before. As such, we’ll start simply, with the only French we know:
Bonjour, Nouhou.
It’s a ride that’s only just beginning, and it’s already been a wild one. It seems like only yesterday we were in Tucson together. It was almost Valentine’s Day and you were vibrating up and down the left touchline, disappearing and reappearing in nonsensical ways.
And now we’re here, on the cusp of an MLS Cup Final, together. You still have your nonsensical ways, and we still don’t fully trust you, but we do love you, unabashedly.