MetLife...
Who will lift the trophy?
Some years ago, I recollect,
Messi or Mbappe,
France or Argentina?
Lusail stadium was thrilling
with whole world,
who will do it, at last it was Messi,
the day I was there, through the great invitation
of FIFA...
witnessed all with full-hearted dreams,
in 2026 I will be there,
I expect with the great invitation of FIFA,
at MetLife,
who will lift that golden trophy, the world asks,
which continent, which nation, which captain?
The hearts are waiting...
for you...
to see the beauty of dancing waves
on the foots...
Dribbling draws the enchanting pictures...
with ever-memorable and unforgettable movements,
tackling the barracade of defensive lines,
rainbow, long range, scissors cuts,
bicycle kicks, overlapping...
shoots touch the net,
ball rolls with ecstasy,
Stars dance with souls,
unbound,
no negatives
but optimism, love, friendship...
Beyond the narrow walls,
the essence and meaning of life...
The world thrills at the beauty of real life,
MetLife in 2026...
New York, New Jersey...
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