«Champions League»
I have never visited a football stadium in my life, my love for this game and what gives it to the follower of suspense and thrill forgetting the stress of life and the anxiety of work and family problems. No matter who supports and which team they encourage, they remain the first well-deserved breather that connects all enthusiasts to excitement and enthusiasm. I have never dared to enter a stadium in my country and I never thought about it.
We all know what is going on there and what experiences a girl can play in a stadium if you think about visiting him. I do not mean to watch football matches and the Adrenaline flow inside the veins is not always enthusiastic. , But experiments such as "Zain and Avin Menshevosh". A few days ago, I had the chance to play a game for Paris Saint-Germain at the Parc de la Princes, which, until the 18th century, was a place of relaxation and comfort for the king, princes and nobles. It is an ancient stadium that has seen important and decisive interviews and is the fifth largest stadium in France.
A sophisticated, beautiful and elegant playground that inspires you with great enthusiasm and joy. It was a wonderful experience that combined ecstasy with admiring joy. The match ended, and the keeper of the yard was leisurely every return to his life that he left out and lived two hours not thinking of anything and his mind swinging between the ball and the goal.
Most of what drives me about football is this crazy struggle that players and fans have to win, like the same struggle we fight every day for life. The player moves the ball towards the net in the hope of scoring the goal, just as each of us do with his dreams and throw them into reality in the hope of achieving them. The contestants race every Yemeni himself to reach first, just as we are racing in the battle of success, each of us hope to win what others can achieve. The guard stands guarded, humble and contemplated, guarding his goal as if he were his treasure, just as each of us resolutely and unremittingly observes his glory, achievements, status, surname, reputation and fame.
Life is a game, not in the easy childish sense, but in a deeper and greater sense, it is a game that surpasses all the other toys. It is subtle and tricky and secret. We put all of it in its position as a team waiting for the referee whistle. Then we run behind each other. Successful, or emigration to the country of his dreams or a personal project .. We fall in the middle of the game and give up and then return from where he began seeking another opportunity and another and find all the opportunities in front of him waiting for his return, life does not spare us opportunities. And there are those who continue to carry all his dreams and hopes and ambitions run by a rush flying sparks from his eyes does not pay attention to the goal of a pass genius of his colleague and then reach the goal until the ankle or his mind or uproot the referee because of infiltration and miss the shot, and lost the hopes of our friend at the last minute .
There are those who move steadily does not care that is late and does not bother him exceeded others and does not care if he caught the eye and does not want to create a whirlwind around which acquire false fame and value, he moves calmly try and learn and may fail and may make mistakes and then correct his mistake and lies in his dreams as a player A clever reel manipulated his legs. To reach after all the corrupt and successful attempts and has made his ambitions in the heart of his reality see a huge vivid, just as the attacker sees his shot and has embraced the nets.
We have the right to play it, and we have the right to play it whatever we want with the consequences and consequences whatever. With the whistle of life, we start this game that brings us together against the circumstances, obstacles, negative people, obstacles, fear, helplessness, laziness, poverty and injustice. We run our lives and dreams in our hands. On the ground times, we go beyond adversity and another, we pay and receive blows we lost consciousness, and then we get out of our stupidity and gypsum to move forward again and more strongly and more enthusiasm .. Continue to declare death end of the game whistle never reach our ears.
Written by: Sara salhi
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