They don't know me

📃"He was an unwanted child. I wanted to have an abortion but God did not want that to happen."

Yes. This is true. My mother did not want me to come and breathe on this planet due to some reasons. But, still, she is actually everything to me.

Winning - There was something about winning that used to attract me. I still don't get it completely. But there is this hunger inside me. I just can't tolerate losing. And this hunger actually increases when I win. And then I want to win more and more.

📃" Why don't you come to watch our son's game?"

I see my father standing along the lines. We are poor. My mother and sisters very rarely come to watch me play. But I want to make them all proud. Very proud.

📃"He is so ahead of the others."

My teammates and coaching staff at Lisbon find me very talented and are always praising me. But still, this doesn't satisfy my tummy at all. I have this terrible hunger to win more. Be the best in this whole world. Beat them. Till no one is left. I repeat - NO ONE.

📃"David James is just standing there watching the ball go in the back of the net!"

I scored an amazing free kick today against Portsmouth. Somewhere those extra hours and sacrifices which I have been putting in my game for such a long time are actually paying off. Sir Alex saying that it is the best free kick he has ever seen, makes me happy.

📃"Uno. Dos. Tres. HALA MADRID!"

I am trying to control my tears. There are millions of people watching. I see my boy Cristiano clapping, my girlfriend Irina with tears in her eyes, my mother cheering from the middle of the hall crying as equally.

I have won my second Balon D'or. Finally, God is with me for the patience and hard work I have shown.

📃"Perhaps the goal against this old man in the final, Buffon."

Five Balon D'ors. Yes. Finally I can now actually see myself in the mirror and say that I am the best.

📃"It was an off day for Cristiano. But Bale, you beauty!"

I have won the third consecutive champions league with my team. But still, I am asking myself again and again. Why I am not truly happy? Is there so much hunger inside me that I am actually frustrated when I am unable to score even when my team is winning by 3-1 in the final and few minutes are remaining? Sometimes I don't understand my hunger.

📃"It's absolute magic by Ronaldo. Hat trick against Spain!"

After all these years, you might be thinking that I will slow down my engines. Boy, you are so wrong. I everyday read how these foolish pundits preach about how I am going to retire or how I am declining. They don't know who I am. They don't know how long I have come that I would let go that easily. They just don't know this hunger inside me.

I want you to doubt me.

Troll me. Hate me.

Say it again and again that I am not the best.

This is what drives me to do even better and better and better.

The satisfaction that I get when I see you dumbstruck by my super goals - that is something even infinite money can't buy.

I live for this satisfaction.

I live for this game.

I live for this hunger.

The day I feel that I don't have this hunger to win - that will be the day I retire.

Because I am Cristiano Ronaldo.

Hard work, dedication and sacrifices runs through my fibres rippling through each and every vein of my body.

Yes. I am born to rule.

Yes. I am born to win.

Yes. I am born to be the best.

Forever.