I once thought that the meaning of running was to beat the stopwatch. It wasn't until I stepped into the green grass that I realized how pale the data was.
Here, no one cares about your best time of 10,000 meters. But when the game reached the 85th minute, when everyone was exhausted and faltering, I was still able to return to defense at full speed from 30 meters for the third time - at that moment, what I read in my opponent's eyes was not exhaustion, but fear.
It turns out that my talent has never disappeared, it just found the wrong venue
