Walking onto the pitch, sporting that No.10 jersey is just an example of how soccer allowed my dreams to go astray. Passion for the game, disappointment at every goal conceded, exhilaration at every goal scored and at the end, the freedom of the mind became the cement bonding my life together as I forgot all my worries. The beauty of the game lay in the fact that all I needed was desire and the ball; on its own, land became the pitch, injuries became souvenirs and every moment became mine…
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