This is my first ever story, so any comments, positive/negative are welcome.
15th December 2008
I replayed that moment in my head, over and over again. My eyes started to flicker. FLASH! Everything was blurry, the more I came round, the more I realized there was something wrong, then the inevitable become the evitable, she looked at me with those eyes full of sorrow, I didn’t even want to know, my eyes welled up, even before she told me. It felt like my world fell apart right before my very eyes; she came out with the very words I have been dreading to hear my whole life. “I’m sorry but you won’t be able to play football again”. I couldn’t move, my body stiff, I tried to say something but the words wouldn’t come out; I began to weep, thinking if only. If only I moved a few inches out the way I would still be playing the game I loved since I could remember. What will I do, I cannot stop now, there is still more to achieve.
The next day was worse, I thought I had awoken from this nightmare but it was still there, my decapitated leg, which once used to score goals for fun. I left the hospital on crutches, saddened that I won’t play for England or Newcastle again. I had to think how can I come back, how can I get out of this. I know I can, I know I will beat this if it’s the last thing I do.
The next day was worse, I thought I had awoken from this nightmare but it was still there, my decapitated leg, which once used to score goals for fun. I left the hospital on crutches, saddened that I won’t play for England or Newcastle again. I had to think how can I come back, how can I get out of this. I know I can, I know I will beat this if it’s the last thing I do.
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16th December 2008
He couldn’t even look me in the face, I then knew I would never kick a football again, I didn’t even want to stay at training ground , so everyone could see me. A shadow of my former self. I didn’t want to go home, I needed some space, so I got in my car and drove, somewhere, anywhere. I found a quiet little spot to think, and then it hit MANAGEMENT! I already have my coaching certificates; I just need the pro licence.
SIX WEEKS LATER
After weeks of abnormality, I got a call from Chris Hughton. “Adam” “yes” I replied in to joyful manner”. “Me and the backroom staff were thinking..........”. “Thinking what” before he could even finish his sentence, "We would like to offer you a coaching R…..” “YES” Chris laughed “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, I’ll see you on Monday nice an early” I punched the air, “I’m ready” I told myself. This is the perfect opportunity to get back into football”.
SIX WEEKS LATER
After weeks of abnormality, I got a call from Chris Hughton. “Adam” “yes” I replied in to joyful manner”. “Me and the backroom staff were thinking..........”. “Thinking what” before he could even finish his sentence, "We would like to offer you a coaching R…..” “YES” Chris laughed “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, I’ll see you on Monday nice an early” I punched the air, “I’m ready” I told myself. This is the perfect opportunity to get back into football”.
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