You know you’ve left time behind, you know you won’t be able to enjoy the moment even if you try, you know just how helpless you are at this very moment. You’re going through a temporary financial crisis, your master’s exams are ongoing, or maybe your girlfriend has cancer, and in the midst of all this, your favorite footballer has suddenly retired from football! You can’t get angry, nor can you cry, because you’ve left behind the age where you could cry suddenly or in front of everyone. What would you do then?

Toni Kroos has put you in such a dilemma. Toni Kroos hasn’t given you time to think. Before you could grasp it, he left you empty.

Are you remembering him walking in the Cardiff final? Or that direct corner goal? Or fixing his hair with a hair dryer in the dressing room? I know, you’re visualizing him cleaning his boots by the sink, forgetting everything else.

Nothing in the world will follow rules; it will be a bit chaotic, a bit messy, but “Real Madrid will be my last club” and the announcement of retirement at the peak of form has followed the rules. This is exactly how he wanted it to end.

𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗼, 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘆. 𝗙𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝗻𝗶 𝗞𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗼𝗻𝗶 𝗞𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗠𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗱’𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱.

Danke Toni Kroos.