Unbreakable.

9 days later.

I was practically lost on the pitch. Outplayed by opposition. Legs felt cemented and I could only helplessly ballwatch while they played the ball. Missed a textbook long shot, which could have saved the game before halftime, by miles. Gah. It didn't help that I hid my injury from my teammates so that I could play. I'm damn sorry guys, I thought it would be ok but it certainly wasn't.

After contemplating about quitting or leaving the game altogether, I just dove down further into the black abyss that's been holding me down. It's my one big weakness I guess. No amount of stepovers, or no-look passes, or stupid ole tricks will ever be enough to overcome it. A weak heart. Confidence to go one more step, to run just that bit faster, to communicate without words, to trust your own abilities. I guess it's true when they said our goalie had a better chance than me in the midfield.

Today I visited my brother, met my two nieces there. They forced me to play ball with them. Gosh. Seeing them made me see what a wet blanket I was being. Quitting is not cool. Joy. Passion. I have no clue what I can do to overcome my weaknesses. But I must never give up. I'll run the extra miles, I'll get to the weights, I'll get better with the ball. The solution lies somewhere out there and I'll never find it if I just sit around doing shit.

Dare to dribble.
Attack with vision.
Defend with heart.
Play to win.
Lose and learn.
Never be disheartened.
Football is in our blood.

Sham
theboywhodreamtandfailed

Snowflake - Astreal