After a yet another day of gruelling practice session on the football field, satisfied and at peace, touching the turf and chanting a milli-second prayer, i make an exit towards home. With sleep earnestly trying to bind me into its grasp and muscles fatigued to the limit of breakage , I feel rather excited ,imagining myself playing alongside the legends of football Rooney,Giggs and Scholes at Old Trafford . What would it be like when Sir Alex rebuked the shit out of you when you made a mistake?Or when Giggs came upto you and said that you were amazing? These two questions ,assisted by several other similar questions always reverberated in my little head , and to find key to these questions was always my dream.
"Football is of no use,its a total waste of time," declared my mum before the University finals. I never expected her to wish me luck ,but I was happy that she knew about it;not many people understand the obsession and addiction of football.
So, there I was , beaming with confidence and hoping to cross in a few awe-inducing balls into the box .The match ended in our favour , yes,we were the new CHAMPIONS! They say that one closed door opens another,well,i never agreed to that , and always thought that this proverb was coined by someone who dint achieve his dream ; I gained more confidence in this self made theory of mine when i got a call from a scout who had arranged to give me a trial at United. Apparently, he loved the way I played in the University tourney and thought United needed a winger like me. So , one open door led to another open door here, as we won the finals ,and I earned myself a trail at red part of Manchester!
The trials were due in three week and I was on top of the world. I was already ready to go with my surprisingly excited mum packing everything needed.'Mothers love their children more than themselves' ,well at least they got that right. Everything was set and seemed perfect ,but then that bit of imperfectness stealthily crawled in and I realized that I needed a new pair of shin guards. In a wink of the eye I left my house ,making steady marches towards the sports shop. I was bored on the way ,and fortunately my best friend phoned to congratulate me. I was trying to convey my level of excitement and crossing the road when a car with no headlights,camouflaged with the dark, unnoticed ,and accelerating like a cheetah, took me down.
I found myself in the hospital the following day , and just when the thought of the trials came to my head, the nurse dressed in white told me that I won't be able to play any sport in this life. A metal rod was fitted in each of my legs that saved my legs from being amputated. I was in a state of shock ,I felt like my life had been snatched away from me. The only thing that I loved the most was just gone. It was too much to handle,and I wondered how I would even survive.
I work in a bank till four in the evening,hit the gym ,stop at the field and make it home in time for supper. This has been my routine for the past ten years now. The maximum connection I have with football is those 15 minutes I spend on the field watching people play(live their dream);and I think I 've forgotten how to even kick a football,but even now. We don't find the key to all our questions,and its not often that a dream is achieved,but when I shut my eyelids and put my body to rest, I dream . .I dream about Giggs hugging me after a goal;I dream about Sir Alex teaching me new techniques . .I dream about playing football.
"Football is of no use,its a total waste of time," declared my mum before the University finals. I never expected her to wish me luck ,but I was happy that she knew about it;not many people understand the obsession and addiction of football.
So, there I was , beaming with confidence and hoping to cross in a few awe-inducing balls into the box .The match ended in our favour , yes,we were the new CHAMPIONS! They say that one closed door opens another,well,i never agreed to that , and always thought that this proverb was coined by someone who dint achieve his dream ; I gained more confidence in this self made theory of mine when i got a call from a scout who had arranged to give me a trial at United. Apparently, he loved the way I played in the University tourney and thought United needed a winger like me. So , one open door led to another open door here, as we won the finals ,and I earned myself a trail at red part of Manchester!
The trials were due in three week and I was on top of the world. I was already ready to go with my surprisingly excited mum packing everything needed.'Mothers love their children more than themselves' ,well at least they got that right. Everything was set and seemed perfect ,but then that bit of imperfectness stealthily crawled in and I realized that I needed a new pair of shin guards. In a wink of the eye I left my house ,making steady marches towards the sports shop. I was bored on the way ,and fortunately my best friend phoned to congratulate me. I was trying to convey my level of excitement and crossing the road when a car with no headlights,camouflaged with the dark, unnoticed ,and accelerating like a cheetah, took me down.
I found myself in the hospital the following day , and just when the thought of the trials came to my head, the nurse dressed in white told me that I won't be able to play any sport in this life. A metal rod was fitted in each of my legs that saved my legs from being amputated. I was in a state of shock ,I felt like my life had been snatched away from me. The only thing that I loved the most was just gone. It was too much to handle,and I wondered how I would even survive.
I work in a bank till four in the evening,hit the gym ,stop at the field and make it home in time for supper. This has been my routine for the past ten years now. The maximum connection I have with football is those 15 minutes I spend on the field watching people play(live their dream);and I think I 've forgotten how to even kick a football,but even now. We don't find the key to all our questions,and its not often that a dream is achieved,but when I shut my eyelids and put my body to rest, I dream . .I dream about Giggs hugging me after a goal;I dream about Sir Alex teaching me new techniques . .I dream about playing football.
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