I remember how when Eden Hazard was rested for a game I felt gutted. I knew it was for the better but damn, couldn't I just watch him a bit more? At least come off the bench... 5 more minutes please.

No matter how good we become, it won't bring back the same vibes, gone forever.

I always expected something from him. If he decided to play it safe I would think, "Come on, you're Eden Hazard. Show us magic." And he would. When you leasted expected it, when you needed him the most he would pull a rabbit out of a hat...

Every touch, every move was art. Despite the extreme versions of football we played throughout different eras, with Hazard it was always beautiful football.

When we lost the EFL Cup final I was devastated. But I won't forget how that Hazard panenka made me smile for one moment