Taj Najveći - The Greatest One

It started on the bed, beside my dad,

He showed me “THE player of the game.”

The star who made the midfield come alive,

And since that day, I cheered for Luka’s name.

Through extra time and penalty-kick stress,

Modrić ran with everything he had.

A golden captain in a checkered dress,

Making a distant fan so deeply glad.

But football has a way of breaking hearts,

Portugal moved on, the whistle blew.

The curtain falls, the final chapter parts,

And tears are in the eyes of Zagreb, too.

He didn't get the fairytale goodbye,

The story ended in a different way,

But underneath the heavy summer sky,

His legacy will never fade away.

Thank you, Luka, for the beautiful years,

For every pass, and every stride.

I’ll always cherish how the story started,

And look back on your run with joy inside.