Lamine Yamal on Lionel Messi after Spain’s FIFA World Cup triumph over Argentina.
🗣️ Lamine Yamal: “Tonight I lifted the World Cup for Spain, but I also experienced something I’ll tell my children one day. The man who once held me as a baby was standing on the other side of the pitch, fighting for the same dream. Football has a beautiful way of bringing stories full circle.”
“When I looked at Messi after the final whistle, I didn’t just see an opponent. I saw the player who made millions of kids, including me, believe football could be art. I saw the man whose videos I watched over and over, trying to copy things that nobody else could do.”
“I know this defeat will hurt him. You don’t play with that much passion, carry your country again and again, and lose a World Cup final without feeling pain. Even in defeat, he kept demanding the ball, creating chances and refusing to stop believing. That’s what champions do.”
“People will talk about Spain winning this World Cup, and they should. But they’ll also remember that, at an age when most legends have already retired, Messi was still making the world’s best defenders panic every time he touched the ball. That’s extraordinary.”
“The photo of Messi bathing me became one of football’s most iconic images. Today we took another picture together, but this time I could thank him face to face. Without players like him, kids like me wouldn’t dare dream this big.”
“One day another generation will replace mine too. That’s football. But there will never be another Lionel Messi. Records can be broken and trophies can be won, but inspiring an entire generation to fall in love with the game is something only a few people in history will ever achieve.”
“Tonight belongs to Spain. Tomorrow, the debates will continue. But my respect for Lionel Messi will never change. He didn’t need to win this final to prove who he is. For me, he’ll always be one of the greatest players football has ever seen, and sharing the pitch with him was a privilege I’ll carry for the rest of my life.”
@MKitove@ngughii Are you really?.. That's where his studio was and also hapo ndio he was helping the ones who couldn't, He moved out of there 2 decades ago if you know you know....
@polo_kimanii@_JamaaFulani Unemployment is very real in this country kimani But kindly let the Man rest ,no one is perfect in this life including you...He wasn't super power but a human being with flaws like you and me .Let him rest now kindly
@its_localman@evenmaina Listen to the interview again, there's no where she mentioned he's that.. past is past and he's asking for 20 milli and he's the one who said she should also come and get /be interviewed.
@KosgeyGilly1@AokoOtieno_ Your name says it all funga mdomo. What if he was not your tribe ? You wouldn't have said such stupidity. Wacha ukabila Kuna Sheria.
@boniface_r51759@AokoOtieno_ Shame on you at that your age, you say something stupid like that. What if it was your son, brother,nephew would you have opened that big mouth even if he was on the wrong there's law
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