When Arsenal fans used to sing the Dutchman’s name from the Highbury terraces I wonder if we realised how lucky we were back in the 90s and Noughties to be watching footballing royalty. Football was his theatre and Bergkamp created the plot.
You used to watch every game in expectation that at some point during the 90 minutes Bergkamp would make his mark by threading a through ball onto an onrushing player. The pass - so precise. He would excite you in a way few others ever had done. For me, there was and will only ever be One Dennis Bergkamp.
Think of the goal against Newcastle where, back to goal, he controlled the ball by flicking it one way round defender Nicos Dabizas; collecting the ball as he went the other way and elegantly side footed past the hapless keeper.
Then there was his unforgettable hat-trick against Leicester at Filbert Street. If he’d scored three with just one of those goals being of Bergkamp quality we’d still have been waxing lyrical; but to produce three goals of such sublime excellence was frankly mesmeric. To put it bluntly, there were no words. The word genius is used far too often these days to refer to mediocre players but for Bergkamp you’d need a whole new dictionary to describe his greatness.
Away from Highbury, he took Holland to the semi-finals in World Cup 1998 when his magic shone through in the final moments to score that beautiful goal against a tough Argentine side.
Without players of his ilk at Arsenal, or anywhere else for that matter, football could be boring. With the non-flying Dutchman you’d never know which way the ball was going to go; for rarely would he telegraph a pass. You could sense the anticipation with Bergkamp on the ball; expect the unexpected. Who knows what could have been should Bergkamp have been more Canadian goose than emperor penguin when it came to the prospect of aviation? I would expect that Arsene Wenger’s burning desperation for a Champions League trophy would have been tempered a long time ago.
And so, when I look back now with a smile at how he made me shiver with excitement, I do so with a touch of sadness as I wonder whether there really only ever will be One Dennis Bergkamp.