As the final whistle blew, David wiped the sweat off his forehead. He had given everything in the trial match—scoring one goal, assisting another, and showing his intelligence on the ball.
But was it enough?
He glanced toward the sideline. The scout, the man who could change his life, had been watching closely the entire game. Now, he was speaking to Coach Kunle. David couldn't hear their conversation, but he could feel his heart pounding.
Kunle finally waved him over.
David approached, keeping his expression calm, though inside, he felt a storm of emotions.
The scout studied him before speaking. "You play with a maturity beyond your age. Quick thinker, smart movement, and a calmness in front of goal."
David simply nodded, waiting for the rest.
"But…" The scout folded his arms. "You're not the finished product. You're still raw. You lack strength, and your game needs refining."
David felt a sting of disappointment, but he remained composed.
Kunle spoke up. "So what are you saying, Tade?"
The scout—Tade—paused before smiling. "I'm saying he's special. I want to take him to an academy."
David's breath hitched. "An academy?"
Tade nodded. "Yes. Not just any academy—one that has produced players now playing in Europe. They scout kids, develop them, and give them a real shot."
Kunle grinned. "I knew you'd see what I saw."
David clenched his fists, feeling a rush of emotions. This was the moment.
But then, reality set in.
His mother. His father. Would they let him leave?
Tade seemed to read his thoughts. "I'll need to speak to your parents. No decision is made without their approval."
David took a deep breath. He had fought many battles on the pitch, but convincing his parents?
That might be his toughest challenge yet.