A Letter to Saka,
Bukayo Ayoyinka Temidayo Saka,
Every time I watch you grace the presence of the football pitch, I start to tear up. You are simply unbelievable on the football pitch. The way your foot will land and pick up on the ground is stunning. The way you can shoot the ball effortlessly is amazing. Even off the court, you are phenomenal. Bukayo, you are MY sublime king. The way you embrace the crown is stunning, to simply put it.
When you broke into Arsenal's first team, the league had no choice but to take notice. The top six sighed in panic.
Their dominance was under threat. A new force had arrived. You didn't just join Arsenal-you reignited us. You turned the Emirates into a fortress. You turned doubters into believers. You became the face of a revolution. I couldn't believe it. You took a young, doubted, bruised Arsenal side and carried them into title races. Simply impossible, if I had to say so myself.
Four seasons of brilliance from Saka wash away the quiet years Arsenal endured post-Wenger. While others needed stars beside them to shine, you made stars out of those around you. You are not just a winger-you are a system. A creator. A finisher. A leader. You have utterly stomped on Premier League defenses year after year.
To conclude, Saka, you are my goat. You are the strongest Avenger. You brought life back to football. You are breathtaking, stunning, powerful, flabbergasting, heart-stopping, jaw-dropping, and the Greatest Of All Time.
Thank you, Bukayo.