As Steve walked through the concourse, he saw families in fresh shirts, old supporters telling stories of Brooking and Bonds, children hearing the name Di Canio for the first time. The past was not fading - it was being woven into the fabric of the new.

Though the Boleyn Ground was gone, its spirit lived on in every chant, every banner, every bubble blown at the London Stadium. The move was not an ending, but a continuation - the story of West Ham United carried into a new age, rooted in East London pride yet reaching for wider horizons. The lanterns of memory drifted upward, settling into the rafters of the new ground, lighting the way forward.

From that day on, the advent calendar was placed in a glass case in the Club’s London Stadium boardroom, and every December, fans young and old came to see it. Some swore they felt the cold of Wembley, or heard the echo of Bobby Moore’s voice. Others simply smiled, knowing that behind each door was not just a trinket - but a piece of West Ham’s heart.

For the scarf in the final door was not a relic. It was a reminder. That West Ham United is not a ground. Not a postcode. Not a single moment in time. It is a journey - carried by its people, shaped by its memories, renewed by every generation that sings Bubbles into the night.