On the pitch he strides so bold,
A footballer, a champion of old,
With a name that echoes loud and clear,
Goat Messi, the one to fear.
With every touch, a spark ignites,
And magic weaves through his every flight,
His feet move with such swift precision,
A dance of skill that defies definition.
Opponents crumble before his gaze,
As he dances through their defensive maze,
The ball a mere extension of his will,
A master of the game, he plays it still.
His legacy etched in football lore,
A name that future generations will adore,
For he is the greatest of them all,
Goat Messi, the king of the ball.
And when his final whistle blows,
And he hangs up his boots and clothes,
His legend will live on forevermore,
Goat Messi, a football god to adore.



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