Played football today like never before, scored a wonderful goal, and assisted in 4 out of the total 8 goals on our winning team. I’ve played terribly before this time and I didn’t really enjoy the last previous matches, now I wonder “what made the difference?” I woke up normal like every other day (being taking my night rest in the office for the past few days) rolled left-right, snuggled back under the blanket then jumped up It was getting bright out side. Obviously I had nothing to eat, turned on the system to do some work but then, felt that urge to get to the bath and take a scrubbing, felt so dirty. And so it was I decided to goto the family house. As I got off the bike, I noticed a match was on, the urge for the bath vanished or better still was immediately postponed I went in and changed from newly purchased footwear, to a shoe befitting the occasion. Next was my tottenham hoody-armless wear and then I was set. I got to the field and just joined a side as there was an extra player to make the teams 4-4. It was Barutimos’ last match in the family house, he will be leaving in two days (by thursday), I joined his team. Somehow I was in high-spirit and played my best so far in the house, no complaints from my team (Nas & Bode) even when I blundered, it was team-spirit all the way. It was a 8-5 trashing for the other team (Haggai, Joe, Tope (C-bishop), Tony (C-MD). I couldn’t but recognise the place of trust in some instances in our team, some passes (opportunities) were given to me which in the long-run aided our win. This is sometimes the kind of trust parents need to give their children, little, little opportunities to build up the child’s confidence in himself. When I scored, when I assisted goals or even had goal attempts the spirit was that of encouragement: this spirit inspires avhievement of team-aims and objectives.
May 29, 2012