Blues team. Alright, listen up.

I just took a look at the leaderboard. We’ve got 1,200,000. The Greens have 1,700,000. As my math teacher used to say while looking at my report card: "The numbers look pretty, but you have absolutely no future."

And I don’t want to hear any of that: "Oh, well, they’re too far ahead, they have more points, we’ve already lost..." I don't want to hear it! Yes, it’s a fact, they are ahead. But facts are for people who like to sit around, overthink, and deeply self-reflect. It’s like reading the ingredients on a bag of potato chips: you look at it, but you don't really care. I don't care about facts—reality can be twisted however we want! What even are facts? Just numbers that someone drew on a screen. I couldn't care less! The only thing that matters is what we are going to do with these numbers right now.

The Greens have a lead right now. And a paralyzing fear of losing it. That’s their problem, and it's making them sweat so hard they could probably manufacture industrial diamonds right in their chairs. Seriously! They’re sitting on their 1,700,000 with shaking hands and sweaty palms, refreshing the page every single second, literally afraid to blink: "Oh goodness, I hope the Blues don't catch up, please don't catch up!" But what about us? We don't have a lead, and we don't have that stupid fear. We have a target. And we have time.

This contest is not about luck. And it's not about "chances." People usually rely on "chances" when they go on a blind date sincerely believing that the other person just had a "bad camera angle" in their profile picture. This contest is about who can stay focused. Who says it and does it! Who has the guts to just get up every single morning and grind! Doing the same monotonous work, day after day. I know what we are capable of. We are not "last place." We’re just the guys who haven’t even locked and loaded yet! We haven’t even started our engine, and they are already throwing a victory party.

Stop looking back and stop looking for someone to blame! "Oh, who did this, oh, how did it happen..." Who cares! Leave that to therapists who charge $150 an hour. Looking for someone to blame is for weaklings—or for the writers of bad soap operas where characters spend thirty episodes trying to figure out whose baby it is. There is a goal. There is us. And there is this ridiculous leaderboard that we are about to go out there and smash into pieces, just as brutally as I smash my diet when I see a pizza!

Every single point is ours. Every single day is ours. Not because we scream the loudest—the person screaming the loudest is usually that one loudmouth in the movie theater who comments on the film until someone hits it with a piece of popcorn. Not at all! We will win because our actions will be sharper. Colder. And more put together.

They look at that 500,000 gap and think: "Oh wow, look at that wall, the Blues will never catch us!" Yeah, right! It’s just a distance, and distances are meant to be walked! Step by step. Pick up your feet and let's move!

You know what our biggest advantage is? We have absolutely nothing to lose! Literally zero! And when you have nothing to lose, you strike without fear, like a college student walking into an exam completely unprepared but going first because there's nothing left to lose anyway. Everyone has already written us off, and that is exactly what makes us dangerous right now!

So I don’t want to hear any childish "well, maybe" or that pathetic "we'll try" ever again. Wipe those words from your vocabulary entirely! We make a decision, and we go do it. We go out there and we quietly take what’s ours. Quietly. Rigidly. All the way to the end. No other options!

There is no fate but what we make for ourselves. Well, or the fate that a stray dog on the parking lot makes for us if we don't hurry.

Alright, let's roll!

(Note: English is not my first language, but the goal is the same in every language: we go out there and win.)