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  1. The beauty of football. I played a little when I was a young man. Beautiful. But requires group, integration, bonds and also not always the best wins. And the beauty of football is that no matter how beautifully you grafted the game you played, if you do not score, you'll be not remembered in history. History only talks about winners. That's life. Beautiful and also harsh. No words to describe the time that has passed. The terrifying and strange feelings of not being able to feel it as you imagine and needing to deal with the limitations and fragility and inconsistency of your thoughts but at the same time the admirations for your poor game in the eyes of others but hugely great in you own eyes. Fighting alone while walking the path that definitely will lead you the graveyard. Imagine being able to tell that to other human being and both being able to get excited… Well, money is the most important thing in life.

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