Random_Guy123

Stories are the most important part of every footballer's life. It not only tells them where they come from but also where they are headed. Some people even go on to say that your story is a connection between your past and your future.


Micheal Owen: I don't really know if it's true though, but what I do know is that no matter how small or insignificant that story is, it could lead you to the top of the world, to the ends of the Earth, to the back of the alley or in front of the crowd.


Thierry Henry: The world of football over the past few decades has met with some amazing talents, people who have helped it grow and people who have made it fall.


Ian Wright: No matter who you are or where you come from, always remember that your stories and dreams carry the sacred meaning of your origin and destination.


Peter Drury: Now all that's left to ask is.....



              What is your story??

Journey to Glory

"You know I did warn you, didn't i?" Charlie's voice echoes through the night, bouncing off the walls as it fills the space between them. Six shadows wobble unsteadily as they portray the shape of the figures standing in the darkness.


"I told not mess with me or you'll lose your legs, you didn't listen so don't blame me for this, blame yourself" 


None of what he said registers in your senses, your bloodied lips keep giving sound to muffled moans and you keep trying to steady your rough breathing.


All you see is the white sneakers with splotches of crimson red you already know as your blood. It draws closer and closer to your opened out knee, everything slows for a moment, your breathing turns heavy again, your mouth forms incoherent words from your shout for help and you try 


 to twist out of the way but it doesn't help.


A loud crack rings out in the empty space of the dark locker room and echoes through the stadium followed closely by a loud cry filled to the brim with despair.


Ethan's face falls on the cold floor wet with tears and blood, eyes bloodshot and stinging pain coming from all over his body.


His ringing ears fail to hear the residing footsteps of Charlie and his goons and they head out of the locker room. Some of them look at him with pity, others with smug faces but no matter, none of them gives a sh*t about the little immigrant boy who pissed off the mayor's kid the first day he arrived.


As the goons clear out of the locker room Ethan gaze remains at the sky, his vision blurry and voice croaked, he stares at the Moon and a thought bubbles up within several others taking a place in his mind.


'Guess I won't be coming home for dinner'


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