A tribute to Diogo Jota

They called him a legend, but legends don't bleed—and I watched Diogo Jota bleed for his game. It wasn't just the goals, trophies or the crowd—It was what he gave when no one was watching. Off the pitch Diogo was known for his humility and dedication…

 

Diogo, you inspired us. I’ve never met you, but I knew you were a good man. Right now, as you aren’t here with us, it breaks my heart, but there’s still that fire burning inside me, knowing that you wouldn't want us to give up on my dreams, because you passed on.

 

You know if I could predict the future, I’d have tried to prevent it from happening. You’ve inspired millions of hearts but also broken them. Even though you are way more famous than me, we are still close because in soccer we are family. You’ll forever be remembered as a legend.

 

Playing soccer as a girl was kind of hard. I was never that confident. But watching you play made me believe I could do it. I could be as good as you and dedicated as you. I watched you bleed for the game; I want to be like that too. I don't want to just play the game because I want to score and get sponsored. I want to bleed for it just like you did.

 

I know you’re not on Earth right now, but I hope you’re watching from where you are. I know you’d be proud, knowing that soccer isn't just a game, it's family. I’ll remember you as the soccer legend who was always a never-ending fire. You were so full of determination, dedication and humility.

 

Even right now that fire hasn’t stopped burning. I love you, Diogo.  I’m the soccer player I am today because of you. 

 

Diogo, thank you. Thank you for being the one who brought a smile to my face, when you scored a goal. Thank you for being such a wonderful human. Thank you for always doing your best. Thank you for being…you

 

Rest In Peace…

 

J.S Raven14

NSW

13 years old

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