shalomeoor

I’m a football fan who believes the real game isn’t just on the pitch — it’s in how we live, think, and recover between matches. Supporting Juventus taught me that consistency, timing, and mental clarity are just as important as raw talent.


One evening, I skipped a party and stayed home. Just me, tea, and a book. No drama, no crowd. Albert messaged me later and said, “Your couch finally won one.” I laughed — but it was true. That quiet night brought more focus than I expected.


Valiakhmetov had gone. He said it was noisy, the music weird. I didn’t regret missing it. I felt like I made the smart play.


It reminded me of a trip through Azino — a small, quiet town where people don’t rush. Like a team that doesn’t force every attack, they wait for the right moment.


Life often feels like a casino — spinning, risky, always promising more. But football teaches patience. Discipline. Moments matter more than movement. That night, in my own way, I hit 777.


I live by the same values I see in great teams: preparation, vision, and knowing when not to play. That’s how champions think — and how I try to live.