The Dream
He looked at his teammates before the game, "Lets do it for our country!" he said. The crowds of 160,000 people or more were roaring like thunder, chanting their country's national anthem with pride. His legs were almost trembling because he was so nervous, never in his dreams would he of thought that he would make it this far.
Growing up in the slums was an awful place to live. Drug lords, gangs and civil war were only a few things experienced in his childhood. But this did not stop him from playing the one thing he loved. Every day for hours on the streets of his hometown he would play soccer, from dawn til dusk.
The two teams lined up and listened as their national anthems played, he felts as if he was on top of the world as he sang along with his team. Yesterday he read in the heading of the news "From Slums to Stardom", in which he is still awestruck in how far he's come. Just two minutes until the most important game in his life will start, the world cup.
Great flash fiction piece you have here. It really captures the essence of the moment this player is experiencing now in his fifteen minutes of fame playing in the World Cup and representing his whole entire country! Really able to feel the pressure and pride he is feeling in this post.
ReplyDeleteMakes me think of the Brazilians. I hear that Pele used to practice juggling with grapefruit because he couldn't afford a ball...
ReplyDeleteThanks for all the posts here. You seem to work well in this medium and you have a nice way with the written word. You should keep this site going and keep developing your craft...