Coffee Morning With P N Sivaji

By Ramas Ramas -

 



⚽☕ On 5th May 2026, I had the privilege of sharing a meaningful breakfast conversation with Mr. P. N. Sivaji, former coach of the Singapore National Football Team🏆

Our discussion extended far beyond football. It became an engaging exchange about passion, leadership, history, and the lasting stories we leave behind for future generations 📖✨. Mr. Sivaji’s decades-long contribution to Singapore football reflects extraordinary dedication, experience, and vision.

I also shared insights from my recently published book, The Whispering World Cup Ball 📚⚽—a journey through nearly a century of FIFA World Cup history and the spirit of the beautiful game across the world 🌎🏟️

One thoughtful remark from Mr. Sivaji truly stayed with me:

💬 “That is possibly a good angle for a book on soccer.”

Sometimes, the most inspiring conversations happen over a simple breakfast. 🤝☀️

With gratitude and warm regards,

*Mr. V. Ramakrishnan*

Director of Import Export – Singapore

Eurasia Afro Chamber of Commerce 🌍


#Singapore #Football #Leadership #WorldCup #SportsDiplomacy #Networking #EurasiaAfroChamberOfCommerce ⚽🌏

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