Day 27
Hi guys… I’ve missed you. It’s been a while since I’ve written about my journey — the life of someone aspiring to become the county’s greatest footballer. I hope that dream comes true someday. Anyway, I’m pretty exhausted as I write this because it’s been one hell of a day.
Let me start with a recap of the past two weeks I haven’t documented. It’s more of a summary than a recap, really. Out of the 14 days, I only managed four solo training sessions. The reason it wasn’t closer to ten? My ball was flat, and I didn’t have the cash to fix it — I was saving up to buy a new pair of football boots, something absolutely essential for my journey.
I also haven’t attended team training in those two weeks. Why? Same reason — no boots. I did have an old pair, but they were torn and needed stitching. Still, I refused to use them for the upcoming season. My friends told me to fix them and show up anyway, but I wasn’t having it. Last night, one of them even called and told me there would be a team meeting before the weekend since the league starts soon. But my mind was already made up: I’d get new boots before the season began, no matter what.
The price I paid for that decision was two weeks away from team training. But it was worth it — I had to apply pressure on my parents to lend me money for the boots. Yes, I did that. Because this is my dream. I won’t let anyone, not even my parents, stand in the way of it.
That might sound harsh, but I mean it with love. My parents have lived their lives and built something good out of humble beginnings — I’m proud of them. But what they wanted isn’t what I want. I want to be a professional footballer. I know it’s a hard path with no guarantees, but it’s mine to chase. I understand they worry and want me to have a safe future. That’s why I’m also putting in work in the tech world — my plan B. It gives them peace of mind.
Anyway, after all that ranting, I just want to say: Thank you, Mom. You helped me buy the shoes. I love you ❤️
I bought them today — and that’s why I’m so tired. It was a long walk to the marketplace, but I did it. No Google Maps this time! Just me, the roads, and my sense of direction. I still remember getting lost there last year — not today though. Today, I moved through that place like a regular. I’m proud of that too. I’m slowly getting to know the capital better.
A Prayer to the Game
I hope that I’ll have beautiful memories with this pair of trainers. I want to score lots of goals. I want to have lots of assists. I want to dribble — I want to dribble with freedom, in a way that I love. I want to do it just like I do in my solo sessions when I shadow-dribble.
I want my first touch to be immaculate. My left foot — I want it to surprise me with how good it is when I use it. In fact, I want to use it involuntarily. I also want to run. I want to track back opponents and win duels against them. I want to be tired. I want to feel the game.
I want to be in the game. I want to be the game. I want the game to love me too.
GOD, please help me. I’ll work my ass off to be the best. Just keep me safe from injuries. Dear LORD, I’m praying 🙏🙏. I know I can be the best — just be with me and guide me as I push myself to do so.
Yeah, I can be emotional sometimes. But that’s okay — it’s football, and it’s what I love.
Time to sleep now.
Here’s something for you, dear readers:
Chase your dreams. — K
See you tomorrow 👋
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