Frenkie De Jong and the Blaugrana crest

The galactic sweetheart plays tonight

“If your love is ardent, it would see you through hell without breaking”

Hell. Hell - perhaps is the only expression that would do anything near justice to Frenkie de Jong's situation last summer.

Repeated attempts by the club to force his exit, constant pressure from his former mentor to join forces at Manchester, tension with the manager and an ominous deprivation of playtime - Frenkie de Jong came out a survivor with no give.

“we can pick ourselves everytime we fall...”

The shameless media publicity of his contract details by the club were nothing short of a smear campaign. Those awkward, borderline humiliating substitutions - signs of am impending exit.

And yet, he spoke nothing. Not for once did Frenkie De Jong insinuate a single statement that would possibly stand against the club. HIS BELOVED CLUB.

Looked away from the blinding lights and rose above hate. Upped his game and turned up everyday with that dazzling smile of his. Pride, egotism, politics - nothing stood between him and the crest. Called BARCA his club, Barcelona his city.

The golden haired Dutch maestro 

Nobility is a virtue seldom bred. I take pride in that Frenkie de Jong plays for my club. 

And the galactic sweetheart plays tonight.

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