OPEN LETTER TO LAMINE YAMAL 💔🎙️ Dear Lamine Yamal, This isn’t hate. It’s tough love. You’re a gem. A generational baller. But I won’t lie — I’m worried. Not about your talent — that one is clear. I’m worried about the people hyping you like they didn’t learn from Ansu Fati’s heartbreak. The truth is… it’s not you. It’s Barcelona & Messi fans. They don’t know peace. They can’t let a young player breathe without declaring Ballon d’Or by age 17. One good dribble and boom — “Yamal > Mbappe” trends everywhere. 🤦🏾‍♂️ They had Raphinha, a whole senior man with working knees and bills to pay. But they abandoned him mid-project to crown a teenager the future of football. Nations League became your “Ballon d’Or audition” overnight. Madness. Pure madness. You’re 17, bro. SEVENTEEN. They’re already piling expectations that break grown men. It’s giving setup. It’s giving another wonderkid sacrificed for engagement. So please, on behalf of all football lovers with sense, I apologize for the unnecessary pressure. The lies. The overhype. The posts they’ll soon delete. Protect your peace, Yamal. Grow at your pace. Stay hungry, stay humble. And small advice: watch your mouth. Cameras don’t forget. The internet never sleeps. And football has a long memory. You’ve got a future brighter than most, don’t let noise dim it. We’re rooting for you. Just don’t fall for the PR trap. Shine, king. Quietly. Ruthlessly.