Funny how life works. A few years ago, when I was living in Portugal going through one of the toughest periods of my life. The business challenges. The financial pressure. The divorce. Trying to figure out who I was becoming after everything I’d built seemed to be falling apart. I was doing my best to put the pieces back together. Then one morning, at my gym in Portugal, I spotted someone I’d watched and supported for years… Andy Robertson. As a lifelong Liverpool fan, meeting one of the players is always special. At the time, Andy was going through his own rehab and recovery. Yet despite everything he had going on, he always had time for people. What started as a quick chat turned into something much more meaningful. For that entire week, we crossed paths in the gym every day. Every day we’d stop, chat, laugh, and catch up. No ego. No entourage. No “I’m a Premier League footballer” attitude. Just a genuinely good guy. And although he probably had no idea what I was going ...