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hala madrid

[Fabrizio Romano @FabrizioRomano]

🔥🇵🇹 Cristiano Ronaldo reaches 985 career goals after scoring a hat-trick for Al Nassr! 🤖

15 to go for 1.000 career goals.

[Castle @aight_dawg]

Left foot first touch btw 😭😭

[Pitágoras @Pitagorismo]

El gol es apoteósico, pero mirad esa celebración. Es como estar viendo a un superhéroe.

NUNCA volveremos a sentir NADA igual.

[Toni Kroos @ToniKroos]

Football won

[Cristiano Ronaldo @Cristiano]

Toronto ❤️

[Sergio Ramos @SergioRamos]

12 years since the best moment. The moment that changed everything. The moment that marked the beginning of an unforgettable era.

12 años desde el mejor momento. El momento que lo cambió todo. El momento que dio paso a una era inolvidable.

#LaDécima #OTD @realmadrid

[Real Madrid C.F. @realmadrid]

🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆

[David Alaba @David_Alaba]

Gracias, @realmadrid 🤍

I have experienced many things in football and I know that emotional moments are simply part of the journey. But saying goodbye to Real Madrid is something truly special - and without a doubt another really emotional moment of my career.
When I arrived in Madrid together with my family and friends, I came with excitement, big dreams and high expectations. What I experienced over these past five years is something I will carry with me for the rest of my life.

Together, we experienced incredible matches, unforgettable nights and games that will forever belong in the history books. We won major titles - exactly what every player dreams of when wearing the shirt of Real Madrid. But difficult moments were also part of this journey. Especially the time of my injury was one of the toughest periods of my entire career. That is why I am even more grateful for the unbelievable support I received from the club, my teammates and the fans during that time. I will never forget how much everyone helped me return.

But these five years were about much more than football success. I met incredible people here and built friendships that will last a lifetime. I will miss the everyday moments in the dressing room - the conversations, the laughter and all the little things that made this team so special.

Madrid has become a second home for me and my family. This city, this club and the people here welcomed us with so much warmth from the very first day. That is exactly why this goodbye is so difficult.

Words cannot truly describe how proud I am to have been part of the history of this club. Wearing this shirt, winning titles and sharing special moments with the Madridistas means everything to me.

Thank you for everything.
Thank you for this incredible time.
Thank you for every single memory.

Saying goodbye is incredibly hard, but at the same time I am full of motivation and excitement for the next chapter. I truly hope our paths cross again soon.

I wish everyone at this club nothing but the very best for the future, and I truly hope that the special relationships and connections I built here will remain for many years to come.

¡Hala Madrid y nada más!

[Madrid Zone @theMadridZone]

🚨 Stop crying your heart out.

[Real Madrid C.F. @realmadrid]

Eu tô aqui.

[Fabrizio Romano @FabrizioRomano]

🚨 Valverde reveals: “Vini Jr asked me if I wanted to take the penalty”.

“Vini is a Real Madrid legend, he’s a great friend, me and other teammates told him to take it”.

“Vini missed? These things can happen, it’s part of football”, told @tatimantovani on TNT Sports.

[UEFA Champions League @ChampionsLeague]

This duo 😮‍💨

#UCL

[B/R Football @brfootball]

Scott. McTominay.

WOW 🤯🚲

[10 @Kylian]

Talked shit before the game even started and now you want to fight us because we made you eat your own words.

Sore loser. 😂

[TC @totalcristiano]

KYLIAN MBAPPE WHAT A FINISH!!! 🤯

[VERSUS @vsrsus]

Who said AI was taking jobs?

[Martin VII @Nedao454]

Modric is 40, could have retired, grow cabbages in a croatian farmland and tell stories about the Balkan wars to his kids but he is teaching italian cavemen how this sport is played. Honor

[positivity moon @arrtnem]

Changing your life is not a glow up. It is drywall dust in your throat and a calendar you keep even when no one is watching. The amount of locking in it takes will make you feel strange to yourself. You will think you are becoming boring. You are becoming accurate.

Morning at 5:43. The phone wants to be a god. You make it a brick. Face down, silent. You drink water that tastes like nothing and call it medicine. The kettle clicks. Your stomach argues. You write three lines that are not for beauty, only for honesty. Today I will do this. Today I will not do that. You put the paper where your eyes cannot avoid it.

Discipline is a door you lock from the inside. It is not anger. It is not romance. It is a hand on the knob every time your own nerves try to run. At 7:08 you say no to an invitation that would feed your vanity and starve your work. You do not write a paragraph to be forgiven. You put a plate in the sink and hear how steady the water sounds when it hits porcelain. That is what a boundary sounds like.

You build lanes so your thoughts do not swerve. Two hours for focus. Forty minutes for the body. Ten minutes to breathe without turning it into a ceremony. You hate the first fifteen. You keep going. Your mind flails like a fish and then remembers it is in a river. The clock becomes less of an enemy and more of a metronome. The cursor blinks. You put in the reps no one claps for.

At 13:20 you eat real food at a table. Not a celebration, a promise. Protein, something green, salt that doesn’t flirt. You chew until you remember you have a jaw. The small pain at your temple relaxes. You put your phone in a drawer and the drawer does not scream. You are training your life to stop biting you back.

There is the breaking point time. 16:37. You want the old sugar. The old scroll. The old person. You stand up. You walk to the sink. Cold water on wrists until the skull cools half a degree. You say out loud not like this. The urge is still there. You keep your hands busy anyway. You wipe the counter. You take out the trash. You do not argue with the weather inside you. You wait until it passes, because it always passes when you do not feed it.

Locking in looks ridiculous from the outside. You cut your own hair with cheap scissors because appointments cost time you need for the page. You leave a party at 21:02 because your sleep is a mortgage you do not want to default on. You set your clothes out for the morning like a child and call it respect. You become the kind of person who knows exactly where the tape measure lives. You stop losing your keys because you stop pretending you are the kind of person who loses their keys.

Discipline is not a mood. It is a manual. Write your rules on the fridge where recipes go. No phone before sunlight. One hard thing before noon. Eat sitting down. Apologize by fixing it where it broke. Move your body even when your head is loud. Put your money where your time needs to be. If you relapse, you do not perform grief for an audience. You start again at the next minute mark. Return is the muscle.

At 18:55 you go where your breath changes shape. The track that smells like rubber and rain. The cheap gym with a fan that clicks. The stairs in your building that count for you. You do the ugly reps. Your legs fill with the good ache, the kind that takes noise out of your head. You are not chasing a body. You are chasing a nervous system that can hold a day without cracking.

You will look arrogant to people who worship permission. You will look obsessive to people who have never been in love with anything that did not immediately love them back. You will be misunderstood by everyone who needs you to stay the character they cast you as. Let them keep their theater. You are busy becoming…