Most people think… you play the game that you love, and you make money from it, it's literally the easiest thing in the world.
Only if it was that easy.
Football was sweet till the schedule starts ramping up, till the pressure starts cascading, the fixtures coming up one after the other, eating up your sanity.
The Ballon d'Or glow was still fresh, the memory of El Clásico still burned, but when the schedule tightened, romance vanished.
When the schedule tightened, football became war with the calendar.
Every three days, another whistle. Every three days, another ninety minutes. Every three days, another day of perfection where fans expect you to perform at your best regardless of how you feel emotionally and physically.
The price of greatness was not the spotlight, it was the grind.
[La Liga – Matchday 12]
Barcelona vs Espanyol (Spotify Camp Nou)
