Football!
November 21, 2009
When i was younger i was football crazy. I joined a team when i was 5/6 and in my first game i scored from the half way line. I still remember it because everyone told me afterwards that i had real potential to be a pro when i grew up. As i got older i was being told to play in positions i wasn’t good in. So i moved to a club that my dads friend managed. I played my first game against a team that i could of joined when i was 5 and i knew some of there players as well. We lost 13-1 and i scored our only goal. But it was a fair scoreline. Because at the time they were the best in MK and our team was one of the worst. The next 2 seasons really made me believe i could be a pro. I was top scorer in the league by more than 10 goals both seasons, I was made captain and i captained my team to 2 leagues and 4 tournament wins. After that season the team folded, but every player from the team went to MK City, including me, except a few players. My first season at MK City we won the league, we won every tournament we were entered in and i was top score again. The second season. We finished second, but i still got top goalscorer, but i felt i wasn’t good enough for the team so i quit. I hadn’t played for 2 years so i decided to try join United MK. They gave me the forms to sign up, but then i went on holiday and when i got back it was to late to join so i have to wait until next season to join a team. I found out a few months ago that i was meant to have a trial for Watford, MK Dons, Birmingham and Leicester. My dad wouldn’t let me go to the Watford or Birmingham ones because they would want me to be in Watford/Birmingham for 3pm every day and my dad wasn’t prepared to threaten my education for something he didn’t believe i was good enough at. I went to the MK Dons and Leicester ones and had a chane to join there academy’s but Leicester wanted me in Leicester for 3:15 and MK Dons wanted me to train with kids my age on one day, kids older than me on another day and kids younger than me another day. If i decided to join i would of been losing my social life. I really do think im good enough to be a pro at any level. But when i tell people that i want to be one, my dad always puts me down and says there is no way im good enough. All i need is some support from my family or friends and ill be able to join a team without thinking im wasting my time. I miss playing football. I miss getting up early on a sunday and getting ready, i miss celebrating when we win, i even miss being annoyed when we lose. Since ive stopped playing for a team, it feels like there is something missing, and writing this has made me realise that the thing missing, is football!