The Last Gap in Reina Alexia’s Crowded Trophy Cabinet

 

The Last Gap in Reina Alexia’s Crowded Trophy Cabinet

And let us keep enjoying her, while we still can.

Some careers start with a dream.
And some careers become the dream.
Alexia Putellas belongs to the rarest kind.

From a little girl in Mollet del Vallès to a symbol of a generation.
On the pitch at Camp Nou, at Wembley, and on the small fields where her name is whispered with hope and admiration.

She changed the game – not through noise, but through beauty.
Not through arrogance, but precision.
She is the quiet storm. The elegant leader.
The Reina who didn’t need a crown to be recognised.

And yet…
In that magnificent cabinet, filled with gold and glory – Ballon d’Ors, Champions Leagues, league titles, global respect – there remains one small, quiet gap.
Not an absence.
But a possibility.

The European Championship.

She was there in 2017.
She should have been there in 2022.
But fate struck. The ACL injury robbed her of her tournament.
Spain lost its rhythm. And she lost a summer that should have been hers.

But 2025… 2025 may have been her most powerful year yet.
Because she came back.
Not just in body – but in art.
Stronger, wiser, still unmistakably Alexia.

In Germany, this summer, a story might be completed.
Not because she needs it.
But because deep down, she still wants it.
Not for the headlines – but for that small space in her heart where the Euros still wait.

And yet – let’s not close her book.
Let’s not speak in past tense.
Let’s not place a period where a comma still belongs.

Because she’s still playing.
Still dazzling.
Still shaping the rhythm of her team – and of our hearts.

Let us stay in this moment a little longer.
Let us still marvel at her touches.
Let us dream as long as she’s running.

For as long as that last gap exists,
as long as her feet still sing,
as long as she says, “Aquí estoy,”

she remains not just our Queen –
she remains the living miracle of the game.