Realista24 írta:
gutihaz14 írta:
en egyszer varnek minden legendatol egy valos visszacsatolast hogy hogyan is tortentek a dolgok. perez oldalat ismerjuk mar jol, ujsagirokon keresztul megismerhettuk
Remelem kiad egy dalt Perez is
Florentino Perez -
When Legends Leave
Lyric: ChatGPT & Pad'em
Sergio, our captain, our warrior, our wall,
You bled for the badge, you gave it your all.
I know you said you wanted to stay,
But your stupid brother scared us away.
Cristiano, oh dear CR seven,
The man who made defenders wish for heaven.
You smiled and said, “Respect is due,”
But thought you were bigger than the Bernabéu.
Modrić, sweet Lukita, the midfield priest,
You gave us magic, to say the least.
But you're so faithful — we feared you'd die here!
Playing in wheelchair? That’s a Sanitas nightmare.
Benzema, you elegant, fasting king,
You made the Bernabéu rise and sing.
Your beard got sharper, your form divine,
But Saudi? Really? That’s crossing the line.
Bale, our golfer, our Welsh Zidane,
You burned out quick, like no one can,
No more golf carts on Valdebebas grass,
No more language classes you just let pass.
Marcelo, samba soul with curly fire,
You danced on wings, a left-back for hire.
But these days, every time you tracked back,
We conceded two — that’s just a fact.
Toni Kroos, the smarter, calm and precise,
A sniper with vision, no need to think twice.
If legends want lessons on how to play smart,
They’d do well to follow his legendary heart.
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And Vallejo… oh… well... okay.
You're kind of still here? Or were… last May?
I’d give you a contract, a pay rise too,
But my grandkids scream when they look at you.
