“Its half time again”

This is half time. And we are running out of time,

Listen carefully! When you will reach the ground you will be afraid of losing, people will scare you with high expectations and they will gaze in to your eyes. They will look for what are you up to.. Don’t let them know what you are thinking... You will be attacked by many; you will be distracted by many.. but you will chase them till last second. They will accuse you for what you are, for your choosing for your reactions and for your expressions. May be they scratch your arm, hit your head and kick your knee. You will be fallen, you will feel disgusted, you will feel like crying but don’t! Don’t you dare to weep out your anger. Use it for the victory!

See we don’t have much time. You need to win this turn…

They will play batter then you do. They eat more than you do. They laugh louder than you do. They always have been heard batter then you. They have charms, and you have been exploited for not leaving your team and you screamed and you fought and you slipped and you bring back your form but that’s not enough,

Listen we are running out of time. Before the rules goes against,

Before the board throws us out of the tournament, before people hates you more for losing,
you have to win!

Tell people that it doesn’t matter if you slept in hunger for many nights. It doesn’t matter that you were exhausted of being treated like anonymous, and it doesn’t matter if they can’t see your struggle in making their names an identity.

Look we won’t get more chances;

You have to tell them that you don’t care for few charmers & promisors who are ready to hunt you when you aim for a strike and you tell the people this time that you are right for their rights. Sorry them for the wrong attempt and sorry them for their broken expectations and sorry them because you didn’t maintained their level of courtesy.

Just don’t brag about what you did for them and why you did; they will realize it soon once you make them winner… the half time is ending.

Wear your shredded shirts and rough bottoms and cover your bare foot with your old shabby boots once again, and fill your stomach with hunger of unity and play for your people, forget what they think about you. Play for their identity to be shinned once and they will love you.
Keep their dignity on your foreheads and don’t let it be dropped.

Play for your people;

It’s half time ending!

And

We are running out of time!

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Nos vemos pronto!!