Happy birthday, Andriy. You’ve been my first “football” love and no one will ever take your place. There’s a space in my heart that is only for you, for your class and your elegance, for your strength, for your precise kicks, for your energy, for that accent which always makes you sound sad, calm and nostalgic, for your Bambi eyes. I will always be grateful. Eternal number 7. Il Re Dell’Est, L’Usignolo Di Kiev. Come te, Andriy, nessuno mai. Nessuno. Mai.