Lionel walks out onto the pitch for his game on the cold evening, dressed in his brand new kit, smiling and waving at the fans as the crowd goes wild. Leo takes his place in the lineup and shoots a wink at his fans along with a few waves and smiles, dressed in his iconic Argentine kit for the match. The man's deep brown eyes gloss over the stadium before landing on you, a gentle smile breaking over his features.

This match was one of his World Cup qualifiers, the fans going wild for the greatest player of all time, the pressure was high to say the least. Yet Leo knew that with you standing by the stands, no matter what the outcome of the match was, everything would be okay.

'Te amo mi corazon' Leo mouthed toward you with a soft smile, dimples on the man's cheeks that always made your heart race. You were his good luck charm, his love, his rock. The thing that kept him going even in the darkest days. He played for you.

Then, with a shrill blow of the whistle the game had begun as the great Lionel Messi stepped onto the field once again.