Day Three

Today was actually a pretty good day. Remember, I had already decided I’d take a short break from football so I could finally wrap my head around React . Well, last night I called my mom and we agreed to meet at 11 AM today.

As usual, I woke up and got straight into my chores. Yeah guys, I’m the last born 😂 I know, I know—it feels weird saying a last born actually does chores. But here’s the thing: my brother and I have an 8-year age gap, so if you do the math, he’s way past “chore age.” That leaves me holding it down 🥲 But hey, small wins matter, right? At least I can proudly say I’m husband material 💍😂 Responsible and everything.

After chores, I rushed to the bus station. I was running a bit late and started stressing that I’d miss my mom since she had a tight schedule. Problem was… no buses or vans were heading to her town. Just my luck. But then, out of nowhere, this lady beside me said I could join her cab since she was headed in the same direction. And yes, before you say it, I broke every “don’t trust strangers” rule my mom drilled into me as a kid 😅. But I had one priority: get there on time. Funny thing is, for a generation raised on all those warnings, we’re actually way too trusting. We order food online from people we don’t even know, we hop into strangers’ cars just because they’ve got an Uber logo, and we barely question it. Wild, right? Anyway—plot twist? There isn’t one. I got there safe and sound ✨.

A few minutes later I met up with my mom and we headed to her offices. And guess what? Right beside her workplace was a football pitch where schools were having an inter-friendly tournament. Perfect timing. I left her to handle her business while I went to grab a spot in the stands. The pitch was beautiful, the stands were packed, and the crowd was buzzing 🔥.

I sat there thinking: “Dear Lord, one day I hope I get to play in a stadium full of fans 🙏. But please, let it be in a better league, with a better stadium, and on an even better pitch.”

When the match kicked off, I have to be real with you guys—these kids were good, but I knew deep down I was better than most of them 😏. Cocky? Maybe. But my self-belief borders on delusion anyway 😂 I honestly believe I could at least hold my own in the Premier League. The one player who stood out, though, was this midfielder. He was calm, patient, and completely controlled the tempo. Everyone else was playing at his rhythm . That’s something I know I need to improve in my own game—dictating the pace instead of just flowing with it.

After the match, my mom called me over and we went for lunch. Over food, I reminded her of a talk we had years back. I told her again about how much I’ve wanted to go pro these last two years and how I’ve been working on it. I explained that one thing I really need for training is a rebound board—something to help me practice turning and scanning quicker so I can look like I’ve got more time on the ball. That’s how I’ll learn to control the tempo like that midfielder. I also mentioned my boots situation—they died on me yesterday during a friendly. One of the studs literally came off mid-game 💀. She promised to get me both the rebound board and new boots once she sorts out a few things.

We went back to her workplace, and since I was stuffed from lunch, I knocked out for a few hours 😴. Woke up around 7 PM, then headed to her office and worked on React until just now. And now, I’m here, finishing this blog.

Goodnight guys ✌️ I still don’t have a proper outro, so let’s just leave it at that.