In the name of football, we tell the story of life.
This is probably a trick of fate. After all, we failed to meet each other at the most right moment.
But it seems that we should also learn that those things we have received are actually gifts from God.
I've never liked the endless humidity and coldness of London, but I can't have the sunshine of Barcelona either.
Football is a life-long belief and love, but when it becomes the heavy expectations of the country and people on my shoulders, it feels like I can't even breathe.
"Go ahead and shave your beard."
Well, it seems that the boy who only knows how to run after football is back...