The Eternal Game: 2045

They told him it was over. They said his legs were too old,

and his heart was too tired. In the year 2045, while every legend

had walked away, one man stayed. He didn't play for the money, he played for

the ghost of the game. The critics laughed. They called it a tragedy.

But when he touched the ball, the world went silent. He wasn't just

running, he was rewinding time. The 90th minute. One last strike.

A shot that didn't just break the net, it broke every law of physics

and age. Because greatness doesn't have an expiration date. It only has