a story a about a boy footballer


1. prologue

 I dribbled past all of the other players; I was now in the penalty box. I gave it the perfect curved shot and it soared to the top left corner leaving the goalie stranded alone on the floor. I skidded to my knees punching both fists into the air as celebration. By now everyone on the pitch was looking at me. I dusted off my knees put my old satchel over on should and jogged off the find a shady corner by a tree.


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