Amount of people saying “Stay & fight”, like this is some war movie. You cant fight. You cant even protest without being called racist.
& Fight who? How? The whole country is fucked, the water companies robbed us & dumped shit in the water, you can’t swim anywhere you’ll get ill & die. The country is literally a shit hole.
The councils are bankrupt & cant even fix a pot hole & charge you council tax for the privilege of doing fuck all while robbing you.
Moneys taxed, cars taxed, petrols taxed, booze, food EVERYTHING is taxed, then if you manage to save enough money after its been taxed to buy a house you get taxed on that, then if you die and pass it to your kids that gets taxed. They literally want everything from the working man while they hide their money. Its a con, we are being conned.
& We are about to get taxed even more.
NHS is fucked. Cost of living fucked. Interest rates are fucked, & we got years of it getting worse before it gets better.
Londons a hell hole & unsafe after dark. I hate it.
The men think they are women, kids are encouraged to think about their sexuality & gender.
Our soldiers are getting stabbed.
Our police are pussies & the ones that aint get fired.
& that aint even getting started on illegal immigration, thats getting worse.
If my country ever needed me to actually fight id be there, 100%, but i ain’t gambling the lifes of my three daughters in the mean time, & even if they did survive growing up here for what? To live in a shit hole full of fucking wierdo’s. No thanks.
Where would i go? Somewhere with a backbone, a bit of sun & with less risk of your kids getting murderd, like Australia, Russia or fucking North Korea.
I whole heartedly encourage anyone with young kids that have the ability to leave to do so. Todays events in Southport have rocked me to the core, im sat here looking at my daughters feeling sad.
You can still work on trying to get your voice heard while your kids are safe.
I want my kids to live not survive.
🥺 Endrick’s letter to his younger brother, Noah…
"In our family, we weren’t born into wealth. We were born into football.
For three generations, and maybe more, our family has chased the dream of football. We have been trying to change our circumstances.
Back then, we did not have a fancy apartment, the fridge full of yoghurts that you loved so much…
Mother eating the old cornbread. Father sleeping under the ticket booth. Mom crying in the bathroom. Father crying on the couch.
I don’t know when you will be reading this letter, but right now you are 4 years old, and our lives are changing very fast.
In the next few months, I am going to Spain to play for Real Madrid — yes, the team that I always pick on PlayStation when you watch me.
But now, you can do whatever you want... there is no stress anymore. Thanks to god, mum, dad and football.
You just enjoy your life how you want brother. That is my gift to you.
The life we are living now didn’t come out of nowhere.
I love you, Noah.” @PlayersTribune