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I don’t like the way I see society going.

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There is so much interaction in a football match: between you and your team-mates and how you support each other, work for each other, make runs. But I also enjoy the other aspect: the pressing and how people work so hard to recover the ball.

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I don’t own photograph albums – the pictures that are important to me are etched in my mind.

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May 27, 2024

I don’t own photograph albums – the pictures that are important to me are etched in my mind.

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May 27, 2024

There is so much interaction in a football match: between you and your team-mates and how you support each other, work for each other, make runs. But I also enjoy the other aspect: the pressing and how people work so hard to recover the ball.

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