1 The Death Of Desire

I'm an employee with a salary of $3000. But all of these I got sacrificing my one and only dream of becoming a soccer player.

By the way, my family is not at all responsible for this.

I still remember the first day of my job, where there was a guy, upset as me sitting in the far corner of our office canteen. I went to him and asked for his friendship and a few days after we became friends he shared with me his past... 'I was about to start my career as an actor, I got the opportunity, all I needed was support from my family. Family support is the only thing that differentiates a successful from an unsuccessful.' But I don't agree with him. I think I should tell you about my journey.

My father first time introduced soccer to me when I was three. When I was ten I fell in love with the sport. At the beginning where I got a coach who was less coach, more friend to me. After the practice, I used to hit the crossbar kicking the ball. A few days later my coach saw it and started paying extra time and attention to me... And a few days after that selected me for the U-16 team. I used to play winger and sometimes as forward.

I grew up and started giving trials. I covered almost all the clubs in our town.

3 months ago, I got an offer from a football club... my parents always wanted me to become a soccer player. I signed for them... but fortune doesn't last long. We found blood in my father's cough... It was the last stage but I tried my best... I gave up everything and started a job at my father's friend's firm. The helped me out in every possible way. But That made the lying on the bed very disappointed. I can still remember his last words.

- "At this moment, we both gonna die"