You are not only a player,
you are a river flowing through hearts...
When you score,
you raise your eyes to the sky,
and in that flying kiss to God,
I feel my own soul touched...
Your victories are not just yours,
they belong to humanity,
to all who dream,
to all who hope...
No crown, no Ballon d'Or,
can measure the radiance of your spirit...
In November 2025,
you walk upon the soil of Kerala,
where my journey began.
Now I am in England,
but my verses travel the world,
carrying my love for you...
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