A Letter to My Team

My team— yeah, sounds like I own it and why not? As a loyal fan who never deserted the team regardless of win or loss, never stabbed in the back or even criticised any of the team players for being stupid— why shouldn’t I call this my team?

So, my team— I know you are confident, you have prepared hard for this moment and what you do in the next few days will keep me enhancing your name for the next four years. But don’t get pressurised, neither I am asking you to go above and beyond— be yourself, focus on your strength, and believe in teamwork. That’s it, I am sure this is enough to seize that final smile, one victorious team with a big smile on the face.

I know no matter how I try to convince you to relax, you won’t be. Still, I try— I try so that you can find solace knowing that not every of your fan loves you for that you can win. You can lose too— that’s perfectly normal. It’s not like you didn’t ever taste that golden cup, you did— hell yeah you did it four times— remember many of the FIFA members never made it to 4 times in the field. So, you have the experience to tell the tale.

So, don’t be upset if you fail.

Although I’d love to see the old pack together, you know, shit happens. I know you will miss your old friends not playing by your side, assisting you to score goals, and not sharing the moments of victory either in the field or in the private rooms— let the grief overpower your opponent.

I know you already are aware, but I cannot afford not to remind you that our captain is there for a good long time— this might be his last. Make it worthwhile for him. Utilise his knowledge and experience— you will need it. Although he will do his best to protect the castle, pay attention to the loopholes that might lure attackers to push the ball through. The goalpost— it’s huge; and you cannot blame a man if the ball slides into.

Your guardian, I have faith in Flick. He taught you all the things needed to be the best, still, here are a few things I would like to reflect on you—

Also, don’t be sad if you don’t see me sending love to you all through social media or such. Me, being a non-sporty person, I often don’t participate in sports debates, not even when a moron is talking shit about you; my team. It doesn’t mean I don’t get hurt when they are shtting on the team’s face, but I don’t find a constructive reason to stir up the already exaggerated chaos when it comes to showing support to the favourite football team. I know you can do it— let them spit on their own face by being the last team leaving Qatar.

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