3rd grade – I joined the summer coaching camp for football. It didn’t make any sense or mean anything to me. I don’t even remember, but my best guess is that it should have been my mother who was behind this.
4th grade– Again I go this year for the summer holidays coaching camp for football. I was not interested much as cricket ruled the roost.
5th grade – Stopped coaching football as I couldn’t love football as much as cricket. I quit to join cricket coaching which I couldn’t because many aspired to be cricketers and it was full
9th grade – Love for football blooms again.
10th grade – Starts football again, but couldn’t make it to my school team. They were fine without me. Parents warn me that I should be studying hard, I still carry on with football though I had to make that happen by not attending the extra tuition classes sometimes 😉
11th grade – Started playing for the team, though I am at a different place than before.
12th grade – Parents bash me up for taking interest in sports actively, it’s that time of life when I should be studying hard. They had a point, India doesn’t promote football and I was not that great that I could make it to Indian team. I play couple of matches in School and clubs but I seriously know that I need to get better
1st year – Plenty of national level players and league players in the college team, lucky to be practicing with them I thought. Ragging in between or after the practice by the senior students became common. But who cares!
2nd year– Nutrition was on low side, weight dropped but still could somehow manage 90 mins.
3rd year – Gym and football take places in life. Again how protein rich and nutritious can college mess be? I think I used to skip at least 3-4 meals every week.
4th year – Beginning of the academic year, I have a serious knee injury while practicing football. Doctors confirm that I have torn all the ligaments and dislocated my knee. I have to quit football and this thing would end up in surgery. The following year, I underwent a major surgery and a lot of hassles.
I see an ad from a local amateur football club. How about trying out again? Long time after the accident, must have healed.
I go, I try and I tear my ligaments again. Oh not again!
I realize I am too old for the sport and hence I decide to hang my boots forever. Football, I quit, for you were never meant to be mine. You gave me tons of pains and I will let you go today without any regrets, for I have tried hard as humanly as possible and failed.
Good bye football. Younger, new and better players shall find you!!!