I was fully prepared to play football with my friends on a Saturday evening. For a long time, they have been teasing me that I can only talk the football talk but couldn't run on the pitch. Whenever they go for training, I always have one excuse or the other. But today, I am going to show them. So I bought a new jersey with the name Ronaldinho written on the back of the shirt. My football boots were also new, I could easily lie that it was shipped from the U.K. when I arrived at the pitch, see how they were cheering.
For their mind, African Ronaldinho has come. I jogged round the field when nobody asked me to, perform few push ups and all those initial gara gara things. I wasnt expecting much from myself, not until something happened.
For their mind, African Ronaldinho has come. I jogged round the field when nobody asked me to, perform few push ups and all those initial gara gara things. I wasnt expecting much from myself, not until something happened.
We were about to Start the game when a young girl in her 20's cat-walked into the field. "Oh Lord!!, what is all this??. You promised you wouldn't allow us to be tempted beyond our power.". While I was praying, I was looking at the way she swung her hips from east to west. She had the shape of that kardashian girl and a face that can brighten your entire day. The Chelsea top she wore hugged her so well to unravel the well-rounded and pointed balls in front of her. Her fine lips, straight legs, long hair, light skin, cute eyes and peaceful smile made me to jog again, this time, harder, to see if I can attract attention at first sight. I watched with love and with lust as she went to the other side to sit. Ogbeni!! This girl has come to watch our game.
I quickly changed plans. Initially, I do not like playing for 90 minutes. It is either I get substituted after the first half or come on as a substitute in the second half. But today, I am willing to play for a thousand minutes. The plan has changed. Rather than proving to my friends that I can play, I am now concerned with impressing this girl. I am going to be her Gerrald Pique and she will be my Shakira.
I wanted to play like never before. I wanted to dribble every body on the pitch so she could smile, I wanted to amaze her with Ronaldinho kind of skills and I wanted spectators to scream my name each time I score a goal. But unfortunately, my village people came to the field too. I played badly, I missed every chance I got, I was dribbled and embarrassed lots of time. I lost concentration and was trying to be selfish in order to please her. My team mates were complaining but I didn't care. I played in the attack, in the defense, in the midfield and every other place where the ball went. I didn't want her to lose sight of me.
The game ended and I knew I had fucked up. My friends jeered at me. After all, I am only good at arguing football. I bent down to untie my boots so I could just go home and transfer aggression to my younger brother.
"Hello". a soft voice said. I raised my head to see the girl of my games. " hey" I replied shyly. Probably she has come to give me the title of the " worst player of the pitch". But I didn't care either as I stared at her beauty.
" I am Priscilla, I am a Chelsea fan and you play like one of my favorite stars". She said stretching out her hand to Me. I hope you are not referring to Batshuayi. " I am Onyeabor..". No no no, " I am Caleb ". I replied . my heart was beating faster. My lips were almost shaking but I had to control it. She noticed that I was timid and naive or probably couldn't stand the sight of this kind of girl. She smiled at me and I managed to smile back. I have seen more than a thousand smiles but I haven't seen one as good as hers. She noticed the dimples on my cheek and she smiled again.
" so tell me, how long have you been playing football " . " ever since I was born". We walked and talked until we got to their house. It turns out she and her parents just packed in not too long and that's few blocks away from my house.
" nice meeting you" . I stretched out my hand as we got to her doorsteps. " same here" the angel replied. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to say goodbye as I watched her proceed to the door.
"There is a game tomorrow at the stadium..I have got two tickets. Would you love to...." I stammered. " sure" she replied. " I would love to watch a football game with you".
I quickly changed plans. Initially, I do not like playing for 90 minutes. It is either I get substituted after the first half or come on as a substitute in the second half. But today, I am willing to play for a thousand minutes. The plan has changed. Rather than proving to my friends that I can play, I am now concerned with impressing this girl. I am going to be her Gerrald Pique and she will be my Shakira.
I wanted to play like never before. I wanted to dribble every body on the pitch so she could smile, I wanted to amaze her with Ronaldinho kind of skills and I wanted spectators to scream my name each time I score a goal. But unfortunately, my village people came to the field too. I played badly, I missed every chance I got, I was dribbled and embarrassed lots of time. I lost concentration and was trying to be selfish in order to please her. My team mates were complaining but I didn't care. I played in the attack, in the defense, in the midfield and every other place where the ball went. I didn't want her to lose sight of me.
The game ended and I knew I had fucked up. My friends jeered at me. After all, I am only good at arguing football. I bent down to untie my boots so I could just go home and transfer aggression to my younger brother.
"Hello". a soft voice said. I raised my head to see the girl of my games. " hey" I replied shyly. Probably she has come to give me the title of the " worst player of the pitch". But I didn't care either as I stared at her beauty.
" I am Priscilla, I am a Chelsea fan and you play like one of my favorite stars". She said stretching out her hand to Me. I hope you are not referring to Batshuayi. " I am Onyeabor..". No no no, " I am Caleb ". I replied . my heart was beating faster. My lips were almost shaking but I had to control it. She noticed that I was timid and naive or probably couldn't stand the sight of this kind of girl. She smiled at me and I managed to smile back. I have seen more than a thousand smiles but I haven't seen one as good as hers. She noticed the dimples on my cheek and she smiled again.
" so tell me, how long have you been playing football " . " ever since I was born". We walked and talked until we got to their house. It turns out she and her parents just packed in not too long and that's few blocks away from my house.
" nice meeting you" . I stretched out my hand as we got to her doorsteps. " same here" the angel replied. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to say goodbye as I watched her proceed to the door.
"There is a game tomorrow at the stadium..I have got two tickets. Would you love to...." I stammered. " sure" she replied. " I would love to watch a football game with you".
Tomorrow is Sunday, I am taking her out for the first time.
(Submitted By Caleb Onyeabor)
(Submitted By Caleb Onyeabor)
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