“What if i’m not at the same skill level as these other boys in England” I asked. “Don’t worry about that mate”. “ I signed you up for it,” “this will be a great chance for you to get the publicity that you need to join the youth academy”. “There will be major scouts there mate. Just have fun.”Alright I trust in you.” That day I went home to talk to my dad about it.
For the next few weeks all I have been doing with my dad is touch, and using both feet. It’s way harder than it sounds. Finally the Skill competition was the next day. All that excitement,and anxiety that was built up for those previous weeks I let out.
I had no room to be nervous. An hour later my father told me it was best to get some rest. I couldn’t sleep though, so I layed there on my bed it felt like I was being taken to another world.
Just thinking about all the possible results for tomorrow's challenge. I tried taking a few deep breathes. By this time I only had four hours to sleep, so I forced myself to sleep. The morning came slow I still felt like I didn’t get enough sleep.
My dad burst into my room, “today that day son.” I went into the kitchen the biggest breakfast, my eyes have seen. All due to my mom and dad. That’s when I knew that soccer is what I want to do. A few hours later it was over… I won, I was only 11. Out of the some of the most skilled players in England I won!?!
After, the Manchester united officials asked my dad for our information to contact us about the youth team. A few years later I was playing for the youth 16 Manchester United team. Thinking about actually being able to debut on the pro Manchester team in front of my dad gave me chills.