Hi, KAKA:
It is my first time to decide to do something for my favorite soccer player, and there are too many words I want to tell u on this special day. I have been ur fan for ten years. Now, I hold my breath and write down those words.
I was 7 when I first saw u on TV. It was an unforgettable scene: a young guy ran in the football field with passionate eyes and charming smile. I heard the commentator cried out ur name eagerly:KAKA !scores the goal!!! Then I saw u stretched ur arms and pointed to the sky. In that moment, I thought I was stuck on u. Words could not describe my impression on u. If I must expressed something, I would like to say: I thought u looked like Christmas morning. Yeah, for me, u like the first drop of sunshine in the fine morning. As I said, u behaved differently compared to typical Brazilian players. No club, no gossips. U ruled yourself carefully.
After that, I began to watch ur game. Let me explain it more clearly: only look at u! I just stared at u through the screen like a dullard and knew nothing about the rule of soccer.
In 2009, u went to Real Madrid. Even today, I still remember the time u spent with Cristiano. Ur group have a name: CRISKA. Every moment I think of this memory, I felt happy because I used to experience the cooperation of the most excellent players in the world.
2010 FIFA Wold Cup was the most sorrow and pitiful memory for me. The game was ur team vs Dutch. Although it was a formidable opponent, I still insisted on that u were the best. However, a red card announced ur leaving. I could never forget the time when u walked away from the field with a heartbroken smile. I noticed that ur tears dropped down. In the end, Brazil lost the game. When Robben held Persie tightly in front of the reporters and celebrated their victory delightedly, I cried.