The day I always feared has come. 💔
A man who made me support a country I knew absolutely nothing about, but somehow made Portugal feel like home. 🇵🇹
Cristiano Ronaldo, my idol, my inspiration, my GOAT. Thank you for the memories, the emotions and the countless moments of happiness.
There will never be another CR7. The greatest of all time. SIUUUU! 🐐❤️
Go to any football pitch in the world this evening. A dusty field in Lagos. A beach in Rio. A cage pitch in London. A narrow street in Cairo, Jakarta or Lima, with two stones and/or a stack of blocks for goalposts
Wait for a free kick.
You will probably see a boy step back, plant his feet wide apart, puff out his chest, take a deep breath and stare at the ball like it owes him money.
You know exactly who he is copying.
Cristiano Ronaldo retired from international football today. 23 years with Portugal. 146 goals in 234 games, more than any man in history. And I promise you, that boy on the street doesn't know half of those numbers. He doesn't need to. He knows the stance. He knows the "Siuuu." He knows the man. That's enough.
That is what I want to talk about today. Not what Ronaldo did for Portugal. What he did for the boy watching from thousands of kilometres away.
Think about it. Some of the people reading this were children when Ronaldo made his Portugal debut in 2003. Some weren't even born. For an entire generation, he has always been there. Every summer tournament, every big night, every argument about who is the greatest. Football without Ronaldo is something millions of fans have simply never known.
Every young player knows the story by now. The skinny boy from Madeira, laughed at for his accent in Lisbon. The boy who stayed behind after training. The one who did sit-ups in his room at night. The ice baths, the diet, the gym when everyone else had gone home. Whether every detail of that story is true or not, the lesson landed in every corner of the world: talent alone is not enough. You have to outwork everybody.
And he kept proving it. He was still scoring for his country at 40, still winning a Nations League final at 40. Players are supposed to fade by 33. He made "old" look like a choice.
It went beyond the pitch too. A generation learned from him that a footballer can be a brand. That your body is your business. That how you speak, how you dress and how you carry yourself matters as much as your first touch. He became the first person in the world to reach one billion followers across social media. One billion. That is not a fanbase. That is a planet.
Now, let me be honest with you. Not every boy copying the free kick stance will become a professional. Most won't. But many of them will take something from him that lasts longer than football. Discipline. Self-belief. Showing up every day, even when nobody is watching.
That is a legacy you can't count in goals.
So to every boy standing with his legs apart before a free kick this evening, in Lagos, in Rio, in London or anywhere else, keep doing it. Just remember the part of the story that happened when the cameras were off.
Obrigado, Cristiano.
My name is Ajoje. I am a FIFA Licensed Agent and International Sports Lawyer. I write on the Law and Business of Football, a lot. Repost and Follow if you want to read more posts like this.
DEAR CRISTIANO RONALDO,
I honestly don’t know where to begin. My hands are shaking and my heart is heavy writing this.
I hated you when you played for Manchester United, not because you weren’t good, but because you were too good against my team. When you moved to Madrid, I realised I never hated you; I just hated seeing you play for my rival.
Growing up as a little girl, I dreamed of becoming a footballer and you were my inspiration. We had a box television and I would sit and watch your games. I loved your football, your confidence and goodness, that smile! Your pictures were everywhere, from my bedroom walls to my notebooks.
You were more than a footballer to me. You represented hard work, resilience and the courage to stand against the world and still win.
There was a time I almost dropped out of school, but watching your journey kept me going. I am here today, and a part of my story has you in it.
When Portugal crashed out of the 2022 World Cup, I broke down. I cried so much that I collapsed and was admitted to the hospital. I kept wondering how you were coping. I wish I could have hugged you that night.
Today, I am a mother and I have named my son after you. I hope he gets to watch you play before you finally hang up your boots. I want him to know that his name belongs to a man who inspired his mother long before he was born.
You made millions of people fall in love with Portugal without ever visiting the country. You gave us memories, sleepless nights, arguments, celebrations and a lifetime of emotions.
I don’t know how to accept that I may never watch you wear that Portugal shirt again. But I am grateful I lived in your generation.
I know there is no marriage in heaven, but I sincerely hope there is football. I hope we get to watch you play again in Abraham’s bosom.
Thank you for making my childhood beautiful. Thank you for being my childhood hero.
Happy retirement from international football, IDOLO.
You may never know me, but you will forever be part of my story. ❤️🇵🇹
SIIIIUUUU!
Thank you for everything, Cristiano Ronaldo. You’ve given us unforgettable memories, countless moments of joy and a legacy that will never be forgotten. It has been an honour watching you represent your country. ❤️🐐🇵🇹
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