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Humility where?

[D’ @OluokunD]

It could be a bad day, week, month or year. But not a bad life. Be grateful for life and lines will align with time.

[D’ @OluokunD]

It’s a lie

[D’ @OluokunD]

How did Wissa miss that

[D’ @OluokunD]

Who can stop this French team?

[D’ @OluokunD]

Diallo boyy

[D’ @OluokunD]

Niceee

[D’ @OluokunD]

Na script?

[D’ @OluokunD]

Wow

[D’ @OluokunD]

Siiiuuuuuuu

[D’ @OluokunD]

Wow

[D’ @OluokunD]

Cunhaaa🏄‍♂️

[D’ @OluokunD]

Such a strike man

[D’ @OluokunD]

Kane missed?

[D’ @OluokunD]

Omo Ronaldo needs to produce tonight. No put me to shame ohh

[D’ @OluokunD]

Boligoaoli

[Lukas Not Podolski @OtitoNosike]

I have always found the way some men lose their heads over infidelity to be, at least in part, a failure to understand the human condition. There is nothing pleasant about betrayal, yet there is also nothing about being loved that suddenly places a person beyond the reach of temptation, weakness or poor judgment.

The mistake, I believe, lies in the elevation. Many men place their partners on pedestals, imagining them incapable of the very flaws that make them human. Love encourages this illusion. It persuades people that the person before them is somehow different, somehow exempt from the impulses and contradictions that govern everyone else.

And when reality eventually collides with that illusion, they mourn the betrayal; much more than that, they mourn the image they had constructed. The shock from the act itself is devastating, yes, but the deadlier shock comes from the realization that the person they thought incapable of such a thing was, all along, simply human.

[D’ @OluokunD]

Champions of Europe
You’ll never sing that
You’ll never sing that
You’ll never sing thatttttttt

[D’ @OluokunD]

3-0 to psg by halftime

[D’ @OluokunD]

“am making noise, heeeeeeeeeee”😭😂

[D’ @OluokunD]

Wait is that not Coutinho👀

[BIG AYO🔰 @47kasz]

Na Amorim wan use ptsd wound me. I think say those boys no really good

God will ruin your lifeeeee Ruben Amorim