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one way or another this guy is going to find a way onto the squad in 2030 too and screw portugal over.

when is fifa going to stop being the usa's lapdog, i wonder? does this kind of nonsense make any sense? they won't let a referee into the country, and fifa doesn't say a word. what's being done to iran is out in the open, fifa doesn't say a word. they hand donald trump a peace prize. they won't ban israel from any tournament. they bring in these ridiculous water break rules. fifa deserves a very serious boycott.

canada might be the best team at applying a high press since the tournament started, they are pressing up top with 6 guys. let's see how long they can keep it up, but they have really rattled morocco. for 30 minutes now they have been running a very effective tactical setup.

trusting someone isn't easy to begin with. you can't approach everyone the same way, you get selective over time. but the real issue, i think, is trust being broken. because after that point you don't just lose your trust in one person. you can't talk as freely as you used to, you can't believe as easily as you used to. even when something's going well, there's always a question mark in the back of your mind. as if what you went through before is going to happen all over again. and the worst part is this: the people who let you down in the past make you wary even toward people who've done nothing wrong. maybe the person in front of you is someone different, but you're not who you used to be anymore. because when a person's heart is broken, it isn't just their trust in one person that goes. a little of your ease, your innocence, and your goodwill toward everyone fades too. and the most painful part of some losses is exactly this; not the person who left, but the old version of you that you lost along with them.

if they answer you when you call, then they've got time to spare for you, why not look at it from the positive side for once? the person across from you might be using their time terribly, might be depressed, might be burned out, might be a wreck, might have all sorts of anxieties, for instance. you just call, sir, your pearls won't fall out. in some periods my life spirals so far out of control that i can't even make time for myself, because of the busyness and the way the worry of not keeping up that comes with it locks me up, and consider that i'm one of my own favorite people.

the goals he scores aren't just center-forward goals or goals tapped in around the penalty spot. goals that reek of hard work... i can say he's a truly great player and, without question, the best active footballer. if messi surpasses even this guy despite his age, then after he retires let the name of football itself be messi.

men who are loveless, merciless, and prone to violence of every kind.

it looks like it'll stick in people's memories for the close, entertaining matches of the round of 32. a lot of the games were the scene of great excitement. i just wish japan could have pulled off an upset too. it would have added something special to the tournament.

this man is a living legend! he breaks his own record every day. his only rival is himself. maybe we never got to witness maradona, but we witnessed someone even better. thank goodness you exist, messi!

shall i tell you the biggest difference between this guy and messi? talent, contribution, intelligence and so on, i’m skipping all that. ronaldo gets unhappy deep down when a teammate scores, i can feel it. purely because he wasn’t the center of attention. the guy’s concern isn’t winning or anything, he just wants the attention on him. messi, on the other hand, does the complete opposite, doing the best he can to set up his teammates to score. for him what matters isn’t being the one who scores the goal but being the one who wins the match. and this difference right here is what we call character.

day 73. for me there's no turning back from this road now. it's done me a world of good so far, my body and my mind feel amazing, i regret not doing it sooner, but in a word it's hard. i've never smoked, so i can't compare it to quitting cigarettes. but it isn't easy. because when you think about the place refined sugar holds in our lives, you're reshaping not just your diet but your social life too. staying indifferent to the smell of cake drifting in from the kitchen. zeroing in on just the cheeses and the like at a beautiful spread-out sunday brunch. not reaching for gels, chocolate, and so on during a run. keeping your distance from the redbull they hand out at a marathon/half marathon, and so forth. it takes major concentration. i wish i could go back 20 years to make this decision.

an ancient city on unesco's world heritage list that turned out to be far beyond my expectations. the entire place feels like a work of art. everything is marble, and everything is carved with an unbelievable level of detail and aesthetics. because of its location near marble quarries, it became a major attraction for sculptors during the roman era, and the result was this extraordinary city.

even at the entrance, dozens of unique and fascinating sarcophagi immediately pull you in.

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then later, you come across a wall filled with hundreds of different faces, almost like the faces wall from game of thrones.

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i'll let you discover the rest yourself so i don't spoil it. and i haven't even mentioned the council building, the theater, the stadium, or the olympic pool yet. there's so much more.

we sell the flesh of dead animals.

love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new. so, love doesn't sit still in place like a rock; it needs to be made over and over again, like bread. if you leave it to others' mercy, if you don't care for it, if you don't put in the effort, it'll go to waste. it's like sourdough starter, you have to keep feeding it constantly. if you can't take care of it, don't even get involved, go buy some lavash from the store or something.

in the type known as argumentum ad auditores, the fallacy-monger, instead of refuting their opponent with logical arguments, tries to win applause by appealing to the values, beliefs, or emotions of the audience present at that moment. they build their argument not because "it's true," but because the crowd will applaud it. you could also call this playing to the bleachers.

the aim of the person using this fallacy isn't to find the truth or present a logical thesis; it's to whip the audience into a frenzy, get them to applaud or laugh, and walk away from the debate looking victorious. they skip logic and head straight for showmanship and populism. however, the truth of an argument doesn't depend on how many people applaud or cheer for it.