The big night arrived. This was it. The final. Earlier, the team had been greeted by the French president in the changing room. The mood was jubilant. There was a feeling in the air that they were going all the way. When the game started, his adrenaline was pumping hard.
He was happy. Happy to play in the world’s most important game. He was happy because he knew he was there to make a difference. He was there to win.
When he closed his eyes, he could see the blue garage door dotted with the marks of old soccer balls. The blue door had been his soccer training ground all those years ago when a little blond kid kicked a ball at it, perfecting his touch; the kid who dared to dream that one day he’d become the champion of the world.
Another gem in the soccer in Sole Books soccer star series.