طالب مارتن أوديغارد قائد أرسنال الإنجليزي زملاءه في الفريق بالتحكم في مشاعرهم خلال المباراة الختامية للموسم أمام إيفرتون، يوم الأحد.
يدخل أرسنال الجولة الأخيرة وفي رصيده 86 نقطة يحتل بها المركز الثاني بفارق نقطتين عن المتصدر مانشستر سيتي. ويأمل الفريق الغائب عنه لقب البريميرلييغ منذ 20 عاماً أن يتعثّر سيتي في مباراته أمام وست هام حتى تتاح له فرصة التتويج.
قال أوديغارد: “تحدثنا عن ذلك الأمر. لا يجب أن نكون عاطفيين. نحن مطالبون بالتركيز فقط على أنفسنا”. وأضاف: “الأمر واضح بالنسبة لنا. سنخوض آخر مباراة في الموسم. ونريد الفوز بها وإسعاد الجماهير. لا يجب أن نفكر في شيء آخر. الأمر خارج عن إرادتنا”.
وتابع صانع الألعاب النرويجي: “الفريق تطور كثيراً عن الموسم الماضي. ما زلنا متواجدون في السباق على اللقب حتى اليوم الأخير”.
وتنطلق مباراة أرسنال وإيفرتون في تمام الرابعة مساءً بتوقيت الجزائر.
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Time is often called the soul of motion, the great measure of change, but what if it is merely an illusion? What if we are not moving forward but simply circling the same points, like the smoke from a burning fire, curling back onto itself, repeating patterns we fail to recognize? Maybe the past and future are just two sides of the same moment, and all we ever have is now.
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Virtue, they say, lies in the middle, but who among us can truly say where the middle is? Is it a fixed point, or does it shift with time, perception, and context? Perhaps the middle is not a place but a way of moving, a constant balancing act between excess and deficiency. Maybe to be virtuous is not to reach the middle but to dance around it with grace.
Time is often called the soul of motion, the great measure of change, but what if it is merely an illusion? What if we are not moving forward but simply circling the same points, like the smoke from a burning fire, curling back onto itself, repeating patterns we fail to recognize? Maybe the past and future are just two sides of the same moment, and all we ever have is now.