football! or soccer whatever one may say! the feeling it gives is amazing. A big deal on that.
being a footballer i know how it feels its just like you are in a movie with all the ups and downs twists and the turns. last year during a footbal match i felt the way i,d never felt before.
so the story goes on like this!,
while on a tournament we had to face the senior team of our club! . they were the best ones in the tournament. it was a bright sunny summer afternoon! we were a bit afraid(maybe a lot). then suddenly as soon as the wishtle went on! the thundering clouds crashed in and it started raining.
i don't know what happened, suddenly we were full of zeast! we played as if we were the one destined to make that unsinkble ship! sink.to break that ubreakable wall.to make the world belive in the possibilty of the impossible being possible.we played with confidence,we played with passion,we played with panache,we played with vigour,we played like men,we played like champions!.The sheduled time ran out and the scores were tied. so the scores had to be settled in the extra time. and as soon as we entered the ground they scored on us! but it was amazing that we kept hope! we did,nt give up! and just 1 minute before the end of the extra time our captain vollyed the ball from the center onto the frame.we were very very! happy! just unexplainable.
but the refree said that it was'nt a goal.we were all disheartened!,we felt pathetic. and after a minute a blow of wishtle ended the game!. i stood there on the ground! admist my tears comouflaged by rain. numb, broken! with the sounds of the winning team's celebration echoing in my ears!.it was all over.i felt like i,ll drown in my sorrow. i felt as if there was no tomorrow! but the sun peeped out of his western couch and shone bright again!.it was a new day a new start! i was normal again! i was in my best form. i was playing damn! good!
but again fate had somethin else foe me.i got an serious ankle injury! it was dificult for me to walk!. i stopped goin for the practise! i did,nt inform my coaches bout my injuries. so i was thrown out of the club! i was sad! very very sad!.but then again i managed a smile on my face.and practised in school and streets! but my parents, they did,nt like me playing football.
so i stopped playing football! ,i stopped livin football!
people say the mirrors never lie.But they lied to me. i got my reflection as a happy smiling boy! but i know! wat i,m feelin (i,m not happy). i,m like a eagle with the chikens!, i was made to fly.but i did,nt, i chikened . i'm walkin down an endless boulevard with an everflowing west wind!, refraining entry to the pleasent spring!. so to end it i would just like to say that, if it was cool to be a fool i,ll be the hippiest,guy around if a heartbreak made u famous i,ll be known from town to town,if the tears were made of pennies,and regret bought all the things back! my bank account and self esteem would both go into black.if a bollywood producer ever made a movie that was sad about a guy who lost the bst thing he ever had then probably , i would be the star!
being a footballer i know how it feels its just like you are in a movie with all the ups and downs twists and the turns. last year during a footbal match i felt the way i,d never felt before.
so the story goes on like this!,
while on a tournament we had to face the senior team of our club! . they were the best ones in the tournament. it was a bright sunny summer afternoon! we were a bit afraid(maybe a lot). then suddenly as soon as the wishtle went on! the thundering clouds crashed in and it started raining.
i don't know what happened, suddenly we were full of zeast! we played as if we were the one destined to make that unsinkble ship! sink.to break that ubreakable wall.to make the world belive in the possibilty of the impossible being possible.we played with confidence,we played with passion,we played with panache,we played with vigour,we played like men,we played like champions!.The sheduled time ran out and the scores were tied. so the scores had to be settled in the extra time. and as soon as we entered the ground they scored on us! but it was amazing that we kept hope! we did,nt give up! and just 1 minute before the end of the extra time our captain vollyed the ball from the center onto the frame.we were very very! happy! just unexplainable.
but the refree said that it was'nt a goal.we were all disheartened!,we felt pathetic. and after a minute a blow of wishtle ended the game!. i stood there on the ground! admist my tears comouflaged by rain. numb, broken! with the sounds of the winning team's celebration echoing in my ears!.it was all over.i felt like i,ll drown in my sorrow. i felt as if there was no tomorrow! but the sun peeped out of his western couch and shone bright again!.it was a new day a new start! i was normal again! i was in my best form. i was playing damn! good!
but again fate had somethin else foe me.i got an serious ankle injury! it was dificult for me to walk!. i stopped goin for the practise! i did,nt inform my coaches bout my injuries. so i was thrown out of the club! i was sad! very very sad!.but then again i managed a smile on my face.and practised in school and streets! but my parents, they did,nt like me playing football.
so i stopped playing football! ,i stopped livin football!
people say the mirrors never lie.But they lied to me. i got my reflection as a happy smiling boy! but i know! wat i,m feelin (i,m not happy). i,m like a eagle with the chikens!, i was made to fly.but i did,nt, i chikened . i'm walkin down an endless boulevard with an everflowing west wind!, refraining entry to the pleasent spring!. so to end it i would just like to say that, if it was cool to be a fool i,ll be the hippiest,guy around if a heartbreak made u famous i,ll be known from town to town,if the tears were made of pennies,and regret bought all the things back! my bank account and self esteem would both go into black.if a bollywood producer ever made a movie that was sad about a guy who lost the bst thing he ever had then probably , i would be the star!
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