I've been watching football for nearly 20 years, having witnessed the "Little World Cup" era of Serie A, the dominance of the two giants in La Liga, and becoming captivated by the fierce competition among the Big 6 in the Premier League.

Last night, I watched the draw ceremony for the USA-Canada-Mexico World Cup, and I couldn't help but sigh: the 2026 World Cup will be a twilight of the gods—41-year-old Cristiano Ronaldo, 41-year-old Modrić, 39-year-old Messi, 38-year-old Lewandowski, 35-year-old James Rodríguez... The legends will eventually take their final bow.

The sunset over the USA, Canada, and Mexico will gild the last memories of a generation's love for football.

What we are reluctant to let go of is not just the passing of time, but the youth that fades away with them.

Those memories of youth that grew alongside us, those countless nights staying up late to watch matches, those moments of wild celebration for goals—they too will quietly come to an end under the North American sunset, along with the twilight of the gods.

Time, please slow down.