I was always fond of Gary Speed during and after his time as a Newcastle player; but I think it's especially evident at the moment that many football fans, even those outside of the clubs he played for, were fond of him. In a sense he wasn't the sort of player you might regard as your absolute favourite or passionately and floridly acclaim on a regular basis, because he wasn't a flair player and he didn't play in the right sort of role. Still he was hugely talented, intelligent on the pitch, and so fit and consistent and committed; I consider him alongside Robert Lee as one of the two best midfielders I've seen at Newcastle; and most significantly I think in his apparent integrity he was a fairly rare sort of player who made following the game deeply meaningful and sustainable.
It is fairly remarkable the number and the range of people who have spoken about or gestured towards him today, with so many younger players not only regarding him as a model, but also having been helped and supported by him, and nice gestures also coming from players playing abroad, including Xabi Alonso and Hugo Viana. The picture is most of all of a man always inclined to care about others.
I realise that, whilst we have it that he hung himself, we don't know why he did so, and the diagnosis of depression is one that has been presumed today without being confirmed. I don't really understand depression as an illness and because of my lack of knowledge I suppose I'm inclined to think of it more in emotional and psychological rather than medical terms. When I heard this news around one today, I was shocked, and about twenty minutes after hearing it I felt sad and started crying; and I think this was because despite the obvious distances between myself and Gary Speed and the fact that I didn't know him - and that something like this seems to suggest the impossibility of knowing another person no matter how close you are to them, never mind on the basis of a persona forged predominantly in public - I did feel close in a sense to him, because he mattered to me as a player, and I went to watch him play at St James' Park so many times, and he was an important part of good experiences; and also because it is inescapably sad the notion that someone feels things so thoroughly hopeless that they decide to kill themselves. Without understanding depression as an illness properly, I think it does make it harder to fathom and reconcile when someone with seemingly so much to live for commits suicide: it emphasises that feeling of hopelessness, suggests a depth of feeling that cannot be helped. Whatever the cause and the details, whether it was depression, whatever we find out, is largely unimportant because I think the same thoughts and feelings apply: the profound sorrow at someone being in such a way that they methodically take their own life. Being specific again, it is and I think will continue to be horrifying to consider Gary Speed preparing at some point overnight to hang himself.
Anyway, RIP Gary Speed.