
Endrick is only 19 and already sees what most fans refuse to admit: football chews up dreams and spits out broken men.
The money, the hype, the “lifestyle”, yet injuries, racism, agents, and 24/7 pressure can destroy you before 30.
He wants his son to be a doctor or lawyer because those paths have stability and dignity that most footballers never get.
But here’s the debate: for kids in Brazil (or Nigeria, same story), football is often the ONLY ladder out of poverty.
So are we romanticising a brutal industry, or should clubs and parents finally put mental health and education first?
What’s your take?
Still worth the risk for your own son?
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