Milan Dynasty Side Story: The Family's Collapse (Please Subscribe)

A person had to rely on himself.

Shaqueel remembered Uncle Kevin saying that once.

Even if it might affect his prospects at Feyenoord.

But he was fucking preparing to go to Milan. What the hell was Feyenoord worth?

He was not that ambitious anyway. Like Inzaghi, winning a few dozen trophies would be enough.

Rotterdam, Svikа Frank Psychological Therapy Center.

Svika Frank was a renowned dance psychotherapist who often traveled abroad for lectures. He had even been to China several times.

Shaqueel felt that dancing and football were pretty similar. He might encounter psychological problems while playing football too.

"Hello, Mr. Frank!"

Shaqueel enthusiastically extended his hand as soon as they met. "I've recently run into some problems—psychological problems—so I'd like to ask for your help."

"Of course. Your father is a legendary player."

Svika Frank smiled, gestured for Shaqueel to sit down, and handed him a glass of water.

Shaqueel curled his lip.

Everyone knew he was Robin Van Persie's son.

For an ambitious second-generation kid, that was the most frustrating thing.

It also strengthened Shaqueel's determination to go play for Milan.

"Go ahead. What seems to be the problem?" Svika Frank asked.

Sitting in the chair, Shaqueel recalled the information he had looked up online and said, "I can't concentrate when I do things. I like putting everything off until the last minute. I often start something and then don't want to continue. I have no sense of time, and it's gotten worse lately. It's hard for me to fall asleep at night. On the pitch, I feel exhausted. I don't want to challenge anyone, and I don't want to play football. I just want to go home early. Changes in weather and seasons also affect my mood. Sometimes I feel like I can do anything, inspiration is