Dear Christian Mccafrey, my savior on grass, with vision so sharp and a burst so fast. You cut and you glide, you spin and you dash, turning broken down plays into points on the stash. With hands made of trust and feet made of flame, every single touch tilts fortune and game. Out wide, in the slot, or deep in the back, you bend every defense till something goes crack. You’re calm under pressure, relentless in belief, a checkdown to glory, a nightmare in cleats. So i wait and i watch with hope underneath…. oh Christian, Christian, Christian please save me
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Ajay4president• 2 d ago
This is what we all been waiting for, u got us here make us proud😈