This poem is dedicated to worldwide football fans. br br Your left foot had the power br Of a great painter’s brush, br You made the football br To talk to your br Body’s changing moves. br Defenders all over the world br Tried to scare you, tackle you, fowl you, br Could they snatch your external body part, br A football? br You moved like a white lighting br In the dark cloud of opponent's defense; br Other strikers saw opponent's goal post, br You aimed to shoot there, br There was one word that fed you br In your entire football career – br Goal, goal, goal. br Not only Argentine fans br But football lovers worldwide br Were crazy because of you, br You were crazy for them, too. br You risked and sacrificed your body br For the enjoyment of millions of fans br Who saw unarguably best skills of br Dribbling and body movement br In entire football arena. br Some say, you are the football God, br Some say, you are the prince of football, br I say, you are a tiger br In white and Indigo stripes...