The Last Kick Before Glory

The scoreboard reads – 10, 3, 25 –
but numbers cannot measure
what lives in this moment.
One foot lifted, one dream suspended,
the ball at the edge of fate.
The grey world fades away,
and only this remains –
a body in full flight,
a heart in full belief.
No crowd is painted here,
yet you can hear the roar.
No colour fills this world,
yet you can feel the fire.
This is not football –
this is a man becoming legend,
one stroke, one kick, one breath at a time.

Object number

017.0992