You are more than the badge they built their identity around.

The badge never told your whole story.

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A commodity in someone else’s system.

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But behind every pass, every press, every minute you felt the pitch —
there’s been you.
The one who’s had to hold it all together without being allowed to show it.​

This is about identity.

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Not who they think you are.
Not who the club needs you to be.
Who you’ve always been — underneath the role, the noise, the game.

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You didn’t land here by accident.