His Name was Jauan

His hair on fire,
He came in hungry
Willing to sacrifice
Willing to learn
A ball of energy
That lit up the field
There was something there
Too obvious to ignore
But little did they know
The extent of his will
How deep was his hunger
How hot the fire burned
His want to was legendary
So was his play
His love for his teammates
And for the game
There can only be one
We'll see his like never again
We can be glad there was one
His name was Juan

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