There is something so silly about success. Not because it is difficult to achieve, but because when it finally arrives, it looks so ordinary. No one announces that you’ve crossed the finish line.
One day, you simply wake up living the life you once begged God for.
Pay €140m for an unproven Bundesliga teenager but you’re pricing a Ballon D’or winner, a Euros MVP winner, a World Cup best player winner and a GOAT midfielder like tomatoes and pepper. That 3rd trophyless season was promised to you 3000 years ago