𝗜𝗻𝗸𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿(🎨,🖋️)

Dear Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro. Your watch has ended. From the streets of Madeira, to the theatre of Dreams, to the blinding lights of Santiago Bernabeu, to the Old Lady in Turin. You have shown me, the world, what’s possible. You have taught me that talent is simply not enough, that hardwork,obsession, sacrifice and relentlessly honing your craft is what you need to navigate this already unfair world. You have shown me, that life truly do come in phases, you were never the most gifted, but you simply refused to be outworked, from the young vibrant Red devil, to the unstoppable Galactico in white, to the samurai giant in Italy, to a beacon in the MiddleEast, I have watched you, persevere through all phases of life,the ups and down, good and bad, negative and positive. You have won a lot, trophies, awards, leagues, hell you conquered every single league you placed your foot in, you defied physics on the pitch, you defied biology, outlived your peers career wise. And even when the odds were stacked against you, you defied it. You are not human, no. you are a hero, my hero. I was not really a fan, thanks to your outstanding performance in Moscow, 2008, but you won my heart over the years, young cris, noodle hair cris, mr champions league, ororo, cr7, El Bicho, the world knows you by a thousand names, but you sir, are my GOAT. You are my hero! Will always be my hero! But as they say, everything that begins indeed has an end. I am not sad it ended, I am eternally grateful that it happened, and it happened in my lifetime. To watch the Greatest of All time, with my own eyes, sacrifice his life, everything on the pitch. Your influence transcends football, it's widespread across all spheres of life. You changed me man! This is never about how it ended, but how you have constantly reminded us to rage. Forever grateful! I will choose you over and over again, in any lifetime My King, do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.