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I'm a graduate student, Olympique Marseille supporter, backpacker, world traveler, avid reader and hopeless romantic.
All my friends growing up are married or in long term relationships. What am
I doing right?
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We don’t support you or your “slave-like” training methods, Vasco da Gama
Posted by Eric Beard
Billions of dollars surround the beautiful game and, like in any business, clubs strive to gain an advantage over their competitors. Some gain advantages through hard work and creativity. Others do so through unethical and even inhumane practices. Vasco da Gama sadly does not appear to be a club well-versed in ethics. The Rio de Janeiro-based club have been ordered by a judge in Brazil to suspend its activities at all youth facilities due to an investigation that found young footballers were living in “slave-like” conditions. SLAVE-LIKE CONDITIONS. FOR TEENAGERS.
To put it bluntly, Vasco da Gama have been trying to hide this camp for “enslaved” teenage footballers since one of their youth players, Wendel Venancio da Silva, died last year at the age of 14.
According to the AP:
Prosecutors found the boys were lodged in deplorable conditions and not fed enough as they were pushed through a grueling routine that left them with little time for school, said main prosecutor Clisanger Ferreira Goncalves in a statement.
In addition to denouncing the teenagers’ poor housing and nutrition and their strenuous schedule, prosecutors also charged the club with transporting the teenagers in an unsafe vehicle, failing to provide them with medical care, and exposing them to unsanitary facilities.
“The decision was made to safeguard the most fundamental rights of dozens of the teenagers, aged 13 through 17, who are being violently disrespected by the club,” the judge said. “The conditions these children are exposed to are slave-like.”
i can’t believe i lived to stomach it.
9 months ago i got off a bus in in greece at roughly 2:30 am in the middle of nowhere. half asleep, as i began to walk down a country road in search of civilization, i pushed play on my iPod and this song came on. it was possibly the most beautiful four and a half minutes of my entire life. i’d do anything to be in that moment again. i haven’t felt alive since.
everything is not yet lost
