man, you do not understand, you can have all the control in the world over your feet, but get nowhere without control of your mind
and if i am a little spammer on the internet i would respond back by saying sh*t like
ExpertFootballer wrote:MY "ATTITUDE", LOL. COZ I DON'T WANNA SHOW MY OWN, THAT'S RIGHT MY "OWN" TRICK TO SOME PUNK motherfu**er ON THE INTERNET, HE'S GONNA BITCH AND CRY.
you really here to help?
ExpertFootballer wrote:My trick I learnt is complicated, it will make your head turn, your blood boil, it's so good that your eyes will curl, jealousy will boil up and hatred will be castg on me, it's too complicated to explain and a bit too much for your eyes. But if I ever become Pro (I have a strong chance), you will see it. Hahaha.
man you need to realise, be honest with yourself YOU ARE YOUR OWN INDIVIDUAL, completely control of your own destiny, but if you posess all that skill why are you bullshitting away to me? are you not so self satisfyed with your ability that you don't really get all worked up by our comments?
but serious man i'm glad you have your own personal trick, i have a few too, just like everyone on the forum could, but honestly man i don't give a fu** wherether you show me it or not, it might be a great trick but i think i might just struggle on with life without it
the REAL problem is the way you said how great your trick was, how unworthy we are to see it
did god show you it in a dream? i think not
i think you need to really consider that you are not special, you are the same as everyone else here, only those that rise above their pride and grow some balls, take some critisim and real shut up and listen every once and a while, those people will become special
and we call this growing up, maturing, learning
and you can sound like the best player on the planet cause you write it on the fourm but if you can't control that tempermental mind you will be telling us this exact same thing in a couple of years just saying 'i could have bin pro, just luck never came my way'
THE QUESTION, ExpertFootballer IS WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE?
a footballer, then you need all the help you can get, but you can't take the critism? realise your own faults then work on improving them and you will open un-imaginable opportunity
and get over yourself, all you did was make up a trick, by no means did you become a pro yet, all you have done is sounded very angry and called alot of people alot of names
to be pro you will need more mental strenght, it gets a lot harder than you think, you don't simply become one through the lotto, you are chosen out of 2 billion other hopefuls, and the people choosing will pick the best, not the people who say they are the best
i was just trying to help, but you could not take it on the chin, you had to be your typical over-confident self, you had to shout down your shame, you need to grow balls sometimes, you have to accept defeat
confidence is never fearing being wrong
over-confidence is fearing that your not right
to grow up you need to admit sometimes, you might be wrong man
just read this
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son
my favorite poem of all time, wanna know why?
cause in it, wrote in words, is how to grow the fu** up
now give us all a break and do it
