for Eden Hazard, 2014/15 Player of the Season
He didn’t roar,
he whispered past defenders
like wind through tall grass,
feet like brushes painting
on the greenest canvas.
He didn’t fight —
he flowed,
gliding in between
names we knew
and leaving only
shadows behind.
There were no wasted touches,
no chaos in his craft,
just balance like ballet,
with the bite of a blade.
A glance,
a feint,
a shift of weight —
and suddenly the world moved with him.
He wore blue like a crown,
and not the kind that asks to be kissed,
but the kind
you earn
one drop of brilliance at a time.
While others thundered,
he danced.
While others shouted,
he smiled.
And when the season turned to silver,
we already knew —
the name etched into every heart
was Hazard.
Not a player.
A poet.
Not a season.
A story.
And lucky us —
we got to watch it
unfold in real time.
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