A young boy approached he seemed the same height as me, same built, he was also wearing gloves and mittens just like me. He stood there silent, nervous and worried.
So I said “why do you look so unsettled?”
“ I’m not sure if you wanted me to speak to you or not” He said. He then offered me a sweet; I deposited it on my tongue and sucked. As I was sucking on this sweet this boy was watching me, he looked like he was waiting for something. At first I thought he wanted money but he started to giggle then I realised that this sweet was a hot sweet. My mouth started to flare, my eyes where flooding with water and my face flushed red. This sweet got so hot that my mouth started to feel like a boiling oven so I had no choice but to hurl the sweet from my mouth along with boiling saliva. At this point the boy was on the floor in stitches he couldn’t stop laughing he was worse then fifty or more hyenas. I then found the funny side of this and joined in with him. Sadly, what came next really upset me a boy from the rest of are team shouted out meanly “shut up geek.” I thought it was directed at me so I said to the boy it’s not fair I’ve only been here fifteen minutes and just because I am the coaches boy I get ill-treated. Then the boy told me that I have been mistaken. The boy said confidently “ That’s my nickname” I thought to myself: This is crazy a boy who has incredible great humour, shares his property and will laugh along with you has a nickname such as “geek.”
My dad had turned up with a smile of hope and pride on his face. He acted like I wasn’t his son just another football player.
The changing rooms were all new to me. Massive – that was the size of these changing rooms containing loads of rooms. The rooms where yellow like the sun. This made me feel warm in the bright yellow rooms. I relished coming into the home dressing room I felt like a real football player but I wasn’t. The vivid red of the shower room strikes you as you enable into the room, the shower room was of sheer luxury with bran new showers and clean, quality furniture.
My dad’s accomplice then entered the room his stature was great he and my dad had a courteously manner towards each other which I was relived to see.
We were ordered to get are kit on, We where told to say “yes sir” once are names where mentioned as soon as my name was mentioned a yelled “yes sir” and I was given a blue shirt with the number eleven printed on it. I didn’t no what this meant. I asked geek what my number meant. He said, “ If your number is in between one and eleven you have been chosen” Everyone was pleased when they where getting a number between the numbers one and eleven but I wasn’t. Geek next to me had number twelve and for some reason he yelled “yes.”
So I asked him “ are you pleased with number twelve?”
“ I normally don’t even get a shirt, I’ve always stuck to the motto: if you don’t succeed try try again, and its finally paid off I normally watch or do the water bottles. I’m now eleven I have been to every training session since I was five.” said geek with great dignity. I felt proud for him. He defiantly had commitment and has pledged himself to this football team.
As geek and I were walking onto the football pitch Duncan Fc arrived in a mini-bus to be honest at this point I was scared. Duncan Fc entered our changing rooms in the fashion of a herd of animals. They all rushed noisily and roughly to the away changing rooms.
We had to run around the enormous football pitch following the white lines that earlier a man painted. By the time I got half way around this field I was panting trying to catch my breath back just like a dog. Duncan Fc were finally changed ready for action. I was told to play out left so I started to run in a left direction. The match had begun, I was edgy, people were yelling from the sideline, players were breathing heavily and my dad was telling me to push up. Suddenly this ball dropped at my feet so I started running with it towards my goal but I got tackled and It was very painful so I stayed lying on the floor gripping the back of my shin hoping I’d have assistance soon. Geek came across and said “Steve believe in yourself you can do it.”
I took these words into perspective and played football like I have played it for years. I made many darting runs; tackled many people and passed with great accuracy.
The man in black blew his whistle for half time so I made my way towards my dad.
We all went in a huddle formation and we were offered a fat, juicy orange each I sucked on it like I did to my thumb when I was young. The colour orange of the orange fruit reminded me of the ginger boy who was bullying me before the match. I looked up towards him and he gave me a wink and gave me a hand signal to come here so I approached him and he said to me:
“ You are a great footballer, stick with us, I’m sorry for my actions earlier this morning”
“ Thank you” I said thankfully
The referee blew for the second half. The second half seemed a lot harder due to the fact that we were playing upwards. I started well I was being praised by parents, my dad and my dads accomplice. I was enjoying every minute of this thrilling sport. Our captain asked the referee how much time was left he said not long now. I didn’t think about scoring I just thought about playing football.
But, I was wrong we had a corner from the right. Geek was there and he gave me the advice to throw my head at this. I was obviously going to listen to him. The ball drifted in high and slow from the right luckily the ball was travelling in my direction so I leaped to my full ability and did what my friend geek said to do throw my head at the ball. I did this and the ball went smash into the back of the net. I felt like a bar of gold a top class footballer. I had ten teammates kissing and hugging me. While all this was happening the referee blew his melody and geek was jumping up and down in triumph. We had won!
After the match as I was walking home Geek approached me and said “ Congratulations”
“Geek it was all down to you that I scored.” I said happily.
He said “nope. Your the one that believed in yourself”
He then went quiet. There was something up with geek so I tapped him on the shoulder and asked why he was he upset.
Geek said, “I am off I’m leaving. My dad has to go away to work.”
I couldn’t believe it I was cap sized, shocked and blue; blue just like the colour of our football kits.
