In Kaka's memory, the only thing more regrettable than Shevchenko's absence when Milan won the Champions League is that his story only lasted ten years.
Many years later, when he was very old and tortured by football occupational diseases in his later years, he discovered that ten years and eight years were actually extremely long, and every time he would think of the ten years that he and Chris had flowed between their fingers, as if a lifetime had passed in an instant.
It's like leaving a team without looking back. A person always loses some people in his life. Passers-by of all kinds in a hurry occasionally stop in a hotel. After leaving, they may return to their hometown, but no one will stay long. Everyone has to leave eventually.
And the only thing that can be done is to pick up that dust-covered memory after a long time and give it a pale definition: "the best time"