when i was 7 years old, I begged in Madeira. Slept four in one room. They laughed: 'Football's for rich boys!' at my patched shoes. But hunger doesn’t listen. Broken balls. Barefoot runs. Father drinking… That night I swore: 'This pain becomes FIRE!' Now? Look at me. For every kid told 'no' -
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