Ode to Ronaldo's Foot

Dear Ronaldo's Foot

I am sorry, but I have to tell you two, just in case you are mistaken. I am talking about the right foot not the left. I admit that you, the left foot, helps your neighbor in supporting the football player's body. But there is nothing special in that contribution. You are basically doing what everyone else is doing. So now I gently plead you to either step aside for your company to read this or join me worshiping the subject of my respect.

Hi, You are finally here to listen to what I must say. You will never understand how much I longed for this moment to show my deepest awe toward you. I first met you when I was still a little child pretending to be a big boy. Looking for something fun on the Internet, I came across the most played video in YouTube where you were featured fabulously with visual effects that gave a fantastic image. I am not sure whether the people who watched the same video with me was as fascinated as I was or they were just impressed by the splendid effects and Ronaldo's gorgeous outlook. Still, I guess I will never be able to forget the minutes I watched your movement. 

I had been barely into football before meeting you and the only occasion I was when my country held the football world cup in 2002. The entire country was all amazed about the national team's continuous victory and I just could not be excluded. After that, however, I did not or could not have interest in football  because I was a boy unfit for football. I tried many times to excel but I eventually failed due to my awkward movements when received the ball and my incapability to understand the complicated movements that I had to take in terms of attack and defense.

You came as a savior for me when I was in despair the most. I believed I would never be able to play football  well with my lack of understanding how one should move in the field and how one should interact with other players. Gratefully, you proved me wrong. In the video, you showed me a whole new approach to the sport.

You, although not much experienced, dominated the field. You were at once here and then there. You were at the place you want to be when you want to be. You were more swift than any but as elegant as much. Other feet always sought to conquer you and rob you of the ball. No one is perfect and you weren't either. You did let some passes slip through. However, Your concentration on the ball was never loose but always fierce. You had never let your ball go away from you forever. Did I say you weren't perfect? Then, you are probably the closest.

You taught me that football isn't just about passing and teamwork. I can use my foot as well to conquer the field. From then, I tried to imitate your movement with my feet. I practiced kicking like you, protecting the ball like you, and even posing like you. I can now say with confidence that I am fit for football and I perform quite well in my school team.

It has now been more than five years since I have met you. You have improved yourself more powerful and frightening to your opponents. You are now more experienced.

There is one last thing I would like to mention. Your fashion is just gorgeous. You have your own style that other feet would never even try to imitate. You usually wear one color clothing with a NIKE mark that implies your victory over other feet. Your clothes are always impressive and remarkable. You once receive a cloth made of gold for scoring the most in the league. But you are so frugal and sincere that you do not wear it while you play football. I just seem to admire everything about you.

   

I think it is time to let you go and let you achieve triumph as you always have. It was great honor to deliver my sentiments toward you. You must be old some day and must leave the filed you conquered. At that time, I would always be there and greet you with great welcome. Thanks.

Yours sincerely
Youngil Jung

p.s. This is the picture of myself a year ago. I took a photo trying my best to look alike your host Ronaldo.