The lights hit the grass and the world goes silent.
Jersey tucked in, boots laced with a lethal intent,
Every touch on the ball was a message heaven-sent.
Defenders turned to statues, frozen in the frame,
He didn't play the match, he redefined the game.
Left foot, right foot, surgical precision,
A visionary ghost with 20/20 vision.
Kerem in his prime, Kerem in his peak,
The magic in his movement left the critics weak.
Golden touch, golden soul, golden time,
Nobody could climb the mountain of Kerem in his prime.
They say legends fade but the tape doesn't lie,
Watch the way he made the stadium fly.
One flick, one trick, one shot, one goal,
He didn't just play, he captured the soul.
The prime will live forever.
