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footballerimaginess · 7 months ago
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30 Day Writing Challenge 7. Long distance relationship Manuel Ugarte Word Count: 525 Meeting Manuel when you were in Uruguary on holiday, it had been a country you had wanted to visit for a while now and were super excited to be here. It just so happened when you were out there you would be meeting the love of your life, a holiday romance they may say.
The day you two met was perfect, you loved seeing him and you knew it was love at first sight. Fast forward 3 years and you were boyfriend and girlfriend. Manuel was now playing for PSG, when Manuel had told you that he was moving to play in Paris you were so excited. It was a dream for him, but you hadn't fully decided if you were going to move with him just yet. Your life was elsewhere, studying for your university course. Whenever you got the time off from university, you managed to travel to Paris to head off and see him. "Hello" you knocked on the door as you let yourself into his flat. "What? oh my god- I'm not imagining you being here am I?" he let out a laugh as you gave him a cuddle. "Nope, Manu I am really here" you smiled as you pressed a small kiss onto his cheek as you cuddled him tightly, not wanting to let him go at all now that you were finally with him. "How did you not let it slip that you were here with me at all" Manuel pulled away from the hug as he sat down back onto the sofa. "I dunno, guess I am good at it. I wanted so badly to surprise you, I am really happy that I did manage to surprise you" you grabbed his hand as you held it tightly, squeezing it. "Aww you are good. Thank you for coming, how long are you here for?" He asked you as he got off the sofa again as he grabbed you something to drink. "About a week, but I am hoping I can stay for a little longer. I have managed to do all my assignments early so I am hoping that I'll be able to stay with you. Maybe i can actually come to a game, it has been forever since I've seen you play" you told him. "Aww yes that sounds great. Maybe you can finally meet all the boys as they are probably sick of me talking about you" you felt your whole body go hot when he complimented you. "You speak to the boys about me?" you asked as you sipped on your water. "Yes of course, everyone talks about their girls and they will probably be just so excited to meet you" you were taken completely by surprise, you weren't expecting him to have even mentioned you. "Oh Manu, you are sweet huh? I wasn't expecting you to have talked about me. it is just so sweet of you. Now can we go and get food please?" you asked as you felt your stomach rumble. "Yes sure, let me go and change quickly and we can go to the restaurant or something" Manuel suggested which sounded perfect.
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psgirlie · 9 months ago
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psg try not to to bully lee challenge : impossible
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news365timesindia · 1 month ago
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[ad_1] Graham Thorpe wrestled with his demons for more than two decades before his tragic death earlier this year. (Image: ICC) It is especially sobering to write about sportspersons and mental health just over two months after Graham Thorpe, England cricket stalwart of yesteryear, took his own life. Sadly, Thorpe is far from being an exception. Cricket, with its tours that can last months and a lifestyle that means you’re hardly ever home, poses a huge mental-health challenge for those that play it. Even after the gladiatorial days are done, many struggle to fill the void, with substance abuse and other poor choices taking the place of the cheers of adoring audiences. This is no 21st century phenomenon either. More than 30 years ago, David Frith, who literally had to ‘eat his words’ following India’s 1983 World Cup win, published a book called By His Own Hand, which studied cricket suicides going back a hundred years. In a cruel twist of fate, the foreword was written by Peter Roebuck, who ended his life in Cape Town over a decade ago. There is, however, no direct correlation between time away from your familiar environs and mental health. Footballers spend far more time at home than cricketers do, but the pressures associated with playing the world’s most popular sport still take a toll. For many sportspersons, mental health is inextricably entwined with their physical conditions. In elite sport, you’re only ever one terrible injury away from the end, and nothing brings on the dark beast quite like succumbing to one. Even proven winners like @Neeraj_chopra1, @Abhinav_Bindra and @PGopichand73 have had their moments of anxiety and vulnerability. It’s part of the game for any sportsperson, and no stigma should be attached to it.@BoriaMajumdar @BSV_Global https://t.co/D6WtWlgKjb — RevSportz Global (@RevSportzGlobal) October 10, 2024   Once, at the turn of the millennium, Sebastian Deisler was the wonder boy of German football. But as the injuries, especially to his knees, racked up, he started to spend more time on the operating table and in rehab than out on the pitch. It became a vicious cycle – injury, operation, depression, recovery…and then another injury. Finally, days after turning 27 and having been capped 36 times by his country, Deisler called it quits, saying that he had perhaps never been cut out for the ruthless world of professional sport. He went on to write a book and found his peace. Deisler was one of the lucky ones, because he played at a time when social media and its dark side were not all-pervasive. These days, top athletes don’t just have to deal with the pressure of their own expectations. They are held accountable by faceless millions, many of whom wouldn’t have a clue what it takes to be the best at anything. You now have bizarre scenarios where players go on to their social media platforms to apologise for poor performances or defeats. Uruguay’s Manuel Ugarte was a last-minute signing for Manchester United before the transfer window closed in August. Anyone with an iota of sense would understand that it will take him a while to get attuned to his new surroundings and teammates. Yet, such is the negativity around United at the moment that Ugarte felt compelled to say sorry on social media after an underwhelming display in a Europa League game against FC Twente. Imagine a newcomer in the IT or banking sector going online to apologise for a minor coding or accounting mistake. It wouldn’t happen. But for whatever reason, sportspersons are not allowed to have bad days. Manuel Ugarte (Image: Manchester United) In Thorpe’s case, the downward mental-health spiral began with the breakdown of his first marriage, in the backdrop of lurid tabloid headlines about his private life. Those writing in the ‘public interest’ never paused to think of the damage their stories did, and their impact on Thorpe’s relationship with his young children. Though he was able to start over, the dark clouds never really went away. It’s
only now, thanks to the candour of champions like Virat Kohli, PV Sindhu and Neeraj Chopra, that mental health in sports is even being discussed in India. For too long, the idiotic default reaction to a player who was struggling was to ask him (or her) to ‘man up’, as though acknowledging your fears and anxieties was some form of weakness. The cutthroat nature of professional sport ensures that crushing disappointments will always be the other side of the coin to euphoria. Those watching it all from the sidelines, however, do have a duty of care. Be kind.    The post Social media has made mental-health balance even trickier for sportspersons appeared first on Sports News Portal | Latest Sports Articles | Revsports. [ad_2] Source link
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news365times · 1 month ago
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[ad_1] Graham Thorpe wrestled with his demons for more than two decades before his tragic death earlier this year. (Image: ICC) It is especially sobering to write about sportspersons and mental health just over two months after Graham Thorpe, England cricket stalwart of yesteryear, took his own life. Sadly, Thorpe is far from being an exception. Cricket, with its tours that can last months and a lifestyle that means you’re hardly ever home, poses a huge mental-health challenge for those that play it. Even after the gladiatorial days are done, many struggle to fill the void, with substance abuse and other poor choices taking the place of the cheers of adoring audiences. This is no 21st century phenomenon either. More than 30 years ago, David Frith, who literally had to ‘eat his words’ following India’s 1983 World Cup win, published a book called By His Own Hand, which studied cricket suicides going back a hundred years. In a cruel twist of fate, the foreword was written by Peter Roebuck, who ended his life in Cape Town over a decade ago. There is, however, no direct correlation between time away from your familiar environs and mental health. Footballers spend far more time at home than cricketers do, but the pressures associated with playing the world’s most popular sport still take a toll. For many sportspersons, mental health is inextricably entwined with their physical conditions. In elite sport, you’re only ever one terrible injury away from the end, and nothing brings on the dark beast quite like succumbing to one. Even proven winners like @Neeraj_chopra1, @Abhinav_Bindra and @PGopichand73 have had their moments of anxiety and vulnerability. It’s part of the game for any sportsperson, and no stigma should be attached to it.@BoriaMajumdar @BSV_Global https://t.co/D6WtWlgKjb — RevSportz Global (@RevSportzGlobal) October 10, 2024   Once, at the turn of the millennium, Sebastian Deisler was the wonder boy of German football. But as the injuries, especially to his knees, racked up, he started to spend more time on the operating table and in rehab than out on the pitch. It became a vicious cycle – injury, operation, depression, recovery…and then another injury. Finally, days after turning 27 and having been capped 36 times by his country, Deisler called it quits, saying that he had perhaps never been cut out for the ruthless world of professional sport. He went on to write a book and found his peace. Deisler was one of the lucky ones, because he played at a time when social media and its dark side were not all-pervasive. These days, top athletes don’t just have to deal with the pressure of their own expectations. They are held accountable by faceless millions, many of whom wouldn’t have a clue what it takes to be the best at anything. You now have bizarre scenarios where players go on to their social media platforms to apologise for poor performances or defeats. Uruguay’s Manuel Ugarte was a last-minute signing for Manchester United before the transfer window closed in August. Anyone with an iota of sense would understand that it will take him a while to get attuned to his new surroundings and teammates. Yet, such is the negativity around United at the moment that Ugarte felt compelled to say sorry on social media after an underwhelming display in a Europa League game against FC Twente. Imagine a newcomer in the IT or banking sector going online to apologise for a minor coding or accounting mistake. It wouldn’t happen. But for whatever reason, sportspersons are not allowed to have bad days. Manuel Ugarte (Image: Manchester United) In Thorpe’s case, the downward mental-health spiral began with the breakdown of his first marriage, in the backdrop of lurid tabloid headlines about his private life. Those writing in the ‘public interest’ never paused to think of the damage their stories did, and their impact on Thorpe’s relationship with his young children. Though he was able to start over, the dark clouds never really went away. It’s
only now, thanks to the candour of champions like Virat Kohli, PV Sindhu and Neeraj Chopra, that mental health in sports is even being discussed in India. For too long, the idiotic default reaction to a player who was struggling was to ask him (or her) to ‘man up’, as though acknowledging your fears and anxieties was some form of weakness. The cutthroat nature of professional sport ensures that crushing disappointments will always be the other side of the coin to euphoria. Those watching it all from the sidelines, however, do have a duty of care. Be kind.    The post Social media has made mental-health balance even trickier for sportspersons appeared first on Sports News Portal | Latest Sports Articles | Revsports. [ad_2] Source link
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laspenasylasvaquitas · 7 years ago
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Carta de Delmira Agustini a Manuel Ugarte, febrero 1914
Su carta me ha hecho casi más mal que su silencio. Yo creía que V. me interpretaba mejor. Estoy cierta de no haberle dicho en mi arabesco literario una sola cosa que no fuera verdad, y que no fuera, eso sí, más pálida que la verdad. Y lo más raro del caso es que protesto de sus palabras y en el fondo tal vez le doy la razón. Es cierto, yo no he sido absolutamente sincera con V. Pero piense V. que hay sinceridades difíciles. Ese ligerísimo velo artístico era casi necesario… Piense V. que yo debo adivinar y decir.
Piense V. que todo lo que yo le he dicho y le digo se podría condensar en dos palabras. En dos palabras que pueden ser las más dulces, las más simples, o las más difíciles y dolorosas… Piense V. que esas dos palabras que yo pude en conciencia decirle al otro día de conocerlo, han debido ahogarse en mis labios ya que no en mi alma. Para ser absolutamente sincera yo debí decirlas; yo debí decirle que V. hizo el tormento de mi noche de bodas y de mi absurda luna de miel… Lo que pudo ser a la larga una novela humorística, se convirtió en tragedia. Lo que yo sufrí aquella noche no podré decírselo nunca. Entré a la sala como a un sepulcro sin más consuelo que el de pensar que lo vería. Mientras me vestían pregunté no sé cuántas veces si había llegado. Podría contarle todos sus gestos de aquella noche… La única mirada conciente que tuve, el único saludo inoportuno que inicié fueron para V. Tuve un relámpago de felicidad. Me pareció un momento que V. me miraba y me comprendía.
Que su espíritu estaba bien cerca del mío entre toda aquella gente molesta. Después, entre besos y saludos, lo único que yo esperaba era su mano. Lo único que yo deseaba era tenerle cerca un momento. El momento del retrato… Y después, sufrir, sufrir hasta que me despedí de V. Y después sufrir más, sufrir lo indecible… V. sin saberlo sacudió mi vida. Yo pude decirle que todo esto era en mí nuevo, terrible y delicioso. Yo no esperaba nada, yo no podía esperar nada que no fuera amargo de este sentimiento, y la voluptuosidad más fuerte de mi vida ha sido hundirme en él. Yo sabía que V. venía para irse dejándome la tristeza del recuerdo y nada más.
Y yo prefería eso, y prefiero el sueño de lo que pudo ser a todas las realidades en que V. no vibre. Yo debí decirle todo eso, y más, para ser absolutamente sincera. Pero, entre otras cosas, he tenido miedo de descubrirme muy en el fondo, una de esas pobres almas débiles enteramente rendidas al amor. Imagine V. esa miseria frente a su sonrisa un poquito irónica de poderoso… Y yo, que he sabido sonreír tan irónicamente como V.… Ya está dicho. Si después de todo esto vuelve V. a acusarme de engañadora y sutil, yo lo acusaré simplemente de mal intérprete sentimental. Nunca le acusaría de nada peor. Ni esperaría a que la brisa de primavera me trajera perfumes de allá para escribirle sin saber por qué. Y conste que me siento íntimamente herida.
Delmira
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footballerimaginess · 9 months ago
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Mc taking hers and my boy's Ugarte's kids to their first international game. Which coincidentaly turns out it's that game where Uruguyan players and Argentine players had a full on brawl😂 Manuel Ugarte Word Count: 368 You were taking the boys to their first international game, you were so excited to finally take them to a game. Manuel had been desperate to take the children to finally seeing him play and you picked one of the internationals game as you they were in the middle of their summer holidays.
"Are you ready to go and see daddy play?" you asked as you put your youngest son onto your hip as you made it through the busy crowds. "You okay?" you asked them both as you got up in the stands where it was slightly more quieter. The boys both nodded as they climbed up onto the seat. "PAPAA" your eldest shouted as he stood against the side and watched the players as they warmed up. Manuel obviously couldn't hear but they both still kept shouting. When Manuel had decided that the kids would come to the game, he wanted them to be up in the stands. It was going to be safer and not as busy, so there wasn't too many crowds. The game was about to start as you waved to Manuel, who was looking over at the seats which made the boys day as they screamed as loudly as they could. The game started off well, until the players started fighting. You were in complete shock as you watched the brawl spilling off from the field. "Oh god" you muttered under your breath as you weren't even sure what has happening anymore. "Is Daddy okay?" the little boys asked as you watched on. "I think so baby, just silly arguing" you laughed. - After the game finished, you waited so you could see Manuel as he made his way down the tunnel. "Hello" you smiled as you gave him a big cuddle. "Hey, hello boys. Did you enjoy seeing Daddy playing?" he asked as they both gave him a cuddle. They both nodded. "Yes we did, not the fight" they both giggled. "Yeah ignore the fight that was silly wasn't it" he smirked. "I am so glad you could come though" Manuel had the biggest smile on his face as they walked out of the tunnel to go and play on the pitch.
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psgirlie · 9 months ago
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Went to the Parc des princes last night!!
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psgirlie · 10 months ago
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Yummy
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psgirlie · 8 months ago
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Today classico!!!
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psgirlie · 9 months ago
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my psg fav at the moment
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psgirlie · 9 months ago
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Nuno Mendes the man that you are
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