They built a factory. Not a club, a factory — one ruthless pipeline that takes boys at six and stamps out champions. But that factory kills the joy, yaar. What I saw in Europe was talent spread thin, coaching that worried more about feelings than footwork. They gave me trophies as a junior but never taught me how to starve, to grind one shot for eight hours like I hear those Egyptian boys do. My five minutes of sun on the balcony taught me more about loving the game than all my fancy training ever did.
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