This is for every grassroots footballer, with a dream in their eyes,
Who’s faced the struggles, and the sacrifices that come with the rise,
To the top of the game, where legends are made,
Where the European dream, is the ultimate stage.
The end is what drives you, through the pressures and the pain,
To thrive in the spotlight, where idols and heroes reign,
To play on the same pitch, where greatness is defined,
To leave your mark, and make your family’s sacrifices aligned.
Getting here wasn’t easy, it was a family affair,
Siblings dropping out of school, so they could show they care,
Entire family skipping meals, so I could survive the grind,
In soccer camps and trials, where only the strong are aligned.
But today I stand here, with my head held high,
Representing myself, and my entire family’s sigh,
Of relief and joy, of struggles and strife,
For every sacrifice made, has led to this European life.
I remember the days, of makeshift balls and bare feet,
Of playing for passion, not for the fame or the treat,
But for the love of the game, that burned deep inside,
And the fire that fueled, my family’s sacrifices with pride.
So to every grassroots footballer, who’s chasing their dream,
Don’t give up, don’t lose faith, for the struggles are but a theme,
For the end is what matters, the glory and the fame,
But it’s the journey that makes you, and the sacrifices that sustain.
I stand here today, as a testament to the strife,
Of every family member, who gave up their life,
For me to succeed, to make it to this stage,
To play in the European league, where legends turn the page.
So I’ll hold my head high, and I’ll make them proud,
For every sacrifice made, will be avenged, and loud,
I’ll play for my family, for every struggle and strife,
And I’ll make sure their sacrifices, will be the reason for my life.
