Do you attack or defend yourself more in life?

These days, two friends asked me about a girl who dislike me.

“I'm never the first to complain about her,” I said.

“So that's why you never win this game,” one of them told me. “Imagine this is a football match, if you want to win, you must attack,” and I wondered.

In my life, some people have attacked me. Never physically but mentally. I think I defend myself more because I don’t feel the need to attack anyone, but it doesn’t seem to be like that all the time.

How should I attack?

Very well, in order to write this paragraph, I had to go back in time, when I was a footballer.

The bastards are the opponents. I play as a midfield and I wait until one of them comes with the ball. I defend and then the show starts. I turn my body to the right, but I turn quickly to the left side and leave with the ball. I've already left a lot of people on the ground for being left-handed. I also play with the opponent's brain.

I run as fast as my legs can handle, overtaking anyone. At the penalty area, I pick one of the goal’s corner and kick the ball like a cannon launches a projectile.