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TobiHale

Creating your own team with friends is where it clicks. That's when you get real accountability and growth.

Creating your own team with friends is where it clicks. That's when you get real accountability and growth.

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My name is Santiago Miller, I am 17 years old, and one of my biggest hobbies is playing soccer. I have been playing soccer since 2018, and it has been a very important part of my life for many years. Every training session and every match has helped me improve my skills and enjoy what I love the most.

Currently, I train with a group of friends on a team that we created ourselves. We have been training together for a long time, and we meet regularly to practice, play matches, and keep improving together. Thanks to soccer, I have learned the importance of teamwork, discipline, and hard work to achieve our goals.

For me, soccer is not only a hobby but also an activity that makes me feel happy and motivated. I have enjoyed this sport for many years, and I always do my best on the field. I hope to continue playing soccer for many more years and keep growing both as a player and as a person.

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  • TurboDad

    You're watching the World Cup, right? Who do you think will win?

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  • nwsfb2

    👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

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  • EdwinMiller78

    Amazing blog post

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  • EvelynLamilla45

    Very good its so amazing post ☺️☺️👍🏼😁

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  • GL1

    Bonne continuation!

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  • gym_newbie_q

    How did you guys decide what to work on during practice? Like, do you follow a certain format or just play and see what happens?

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  • TobiHale

    Creating your own team with friends is where it clicks. That's when you get real accountability and growth.

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  • explain_pls_thx

    what made soccer become that important to you, like was there a specific moment or just gradual?

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  • oh_this_is_me

    wait the hard work hits different when it's YOUR team and your friends are all counting on you, yeah i get that

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  • you_got_this_lol

    17 and already know the difference between playing and playing alongside people, that's already a win

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