Early Hours: the beginning to a trip to Success.

"Why you hate me so much" I screamed at my coach and immediately I left the training ground crying silently till i got home. As i approach the front yard of my house, I could see my younger once playing, Francis is 5 and santus is 4. on my mind i was wondering how i will give this my beautiful younger kids a good life, a life that will give them a beautiful environment and give them the best of education (an education i could not get because of no money).

Football became my last point of hope, as i lost my dad when I was 16 .

" Your coach called me this evening that he's fed up with your attitude" my mum told me in a soothing voice that is indicate her frustration. I was sitting at my favourite chair when i heard her telling and i replied " you know that i don't have a frustrating attitude, I'm just tired of the way he's treating me, I don't know if he hates me" I replied, with my eyes in close contact with my mum, I can see her frustration in her eyes, I know that I'm her only hope for now and i'm really afraid to disappoint her expectations towards me. "but, you know that he's afraid of you not being selected in the pro- team if you did not try harder, I guess that's why he's giving you a hard drilling" she said again with her face towards the broccoli that she's boiling.