
Once you have chemistry, there’s only one other thing you need.
Timing.
(via nicotinecumberpatch)
Alexandre Pato. I still remember when I first heard your name. When I first saw you playing. I still remember waiting till January so you could play. I still remember you first official match with AC Milan’s jersey. I still remember your first goal. I remember. I remember hoping you could be great. I remember knowing you would be great. I remember how you used to run, your hands making a little heart, after you scored. I remember myself singing while you did that. I remember the joy on your face. And then I remember Kakà leaving, and me hoping you wouldn’t be the next one. I remember myself hoping you would stay, hoping your promises were true. I remember all your smiles, and all your goals, and all the emotions felt while the games. I remember when I started loving you, I remember how, and why. And I still do love you. The funny thing is, even if I immediately felt like you would be one of my idols, I hated seeing that 7 on your shoulders, because that was Sheva’s number. But then I stopped. You gained that shirt, don’t you? And now, with all of these memories, how could I ever stop loving you? Alexandre, you were, you are, and you will always be a hero to me. You made me dream, hope, feel the joy, you made me sing, you made me scream. And I’m still hoping, hoping for you to get well soon. I don’t care if you will still play for AC Milan after this season, and not because I really don’t care - because I still hope for you to stay. That’s because all I care, right now, is for you to get well, to be the champion you are. Because you are. I know you are. And it breaks my heart seeing you are not okay, and no one can understand WHY. Alexandre, I’m with you. I pray for you. I pray for you to be back on the pitch, with your amazing smile on your face. The only thing that matters now, is for you to come back, to be happy again. You are a man, before than a player, and you are so young, and yet so broken. And this is not fair, to see you so sad. Alexandre, just know we are with you.
We are with you, i am with you, and we’ll all be here when you are back. FORZA CAMPIONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! :’)
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