“This song reminds me why I fight — because of home.” – It happened quietly, almost without announcement. Last night in Manila, Alexandra Eala appeared not on a tennis court, but in front of a piano — her hair tied loosely, her usual athlete’s uniform replaced by a simple white blouse and calm grace.
“This song reminds me why I fight — because of home.” – It happened quietly, almost without announcement. Last night in Manila, Alexandra Eala appeared not on a tennis court, but in front of a piano — her hair tied loosely, her usual athlete’s uniform replaced by a simple white blouse and calm grace.
For the first time, fans saw not the fierce competitor, but the young woman behind the champion.
As the lights dimmed, she began to play. The song — a classic every Filipino knows by heart — echoed softly through the room.
Her voice, delicate yet powerful, carried the same honesty that once filled stadiums with her racket’s sound. But this time, it wasn’t about winning. It was about feeling.
When she reached the final verse, her eyes glistened. She whispered, “This song reminds me why I fight — because of home.” The audience stood in silence, not cheering, not clapping — just moved… WATCH VIDEO BELOW 👇👇
