The Old Trafford shone brightly at night. It was a match day as i sat outside the wall of the majestic building with a torn t-shirt and a pair of briefs my only support in the glaring wind of Manchester. I could hear the crowd roar as the full-time whistle went and i guessed that Manchester United might have won again. The crowd slowly started coming out and walked by without noticing me. I stood up from my place behind the wall and after the last of supporters had walked away stood looking up at the majestic building in front of me. I had always loved the club but being from a poor family neither did i play nor had i watched the team play at Old Trafford.
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My father was an immigrant from India and got a job as a janitor at a near by cinema where he met my mother. Despite being a janitor my father was a handsome man and i was conceived during one of his night duties following which they got married to each other. My mother was a janitor in the same cinema. My mother died during child birth leaving me and my father. As I grew up my father would tell me tales about Manchester United and I grew up admiring them. With hardly any money to make the ends meet, i never received formal education. My education was from the streets as i watched and learned. I learned to do odd jobs for the rich brats in the neighborhood and used to earn a little money which went in a piggy bank hoping that i would never have to use the money. But disaster struck soon and my dad died in a car accident and here I was in front of the one building of which my dad talked with conviction penniless and living on scrapes of others.
As I started walking away from the building the parking gates of the building opened and I could see a car coming towards me and ignored it thinking it would pass by without giving any thought of what a half naked man was doing outside their beloved stadium. I wouldn't have noticed the car further but for a loud honk from the car as it approached me in full speed ,light shining brightly before BAM! the car hit me on the side and i went flipping in the air for a ride before falling very hard on the ground. I could fell blood ooze from my hand and shoulder and felt a little dizzy as i tried to get up using my already injured hand. The back seat of the car opened and the last thing i remembered before fainting was seeing a person who looked a whole lot similar to Sir Alex Ferguson.
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My father was an immigrant from India and got a job as a janitor at a near by cinema where he met my mother. Despite being a janitor my father was a handsome man and i was conceived during one of his night duties following which they got married to each other. My mother was a janitor in the same cinema. My mother died during child birth leaving me and my father. As I grew up my father would tell me tales about Manchester United and I grew up admiring them. With hardly any money to make the ends meet, i never received formal education. My education was from the streets as i watched and learned. I learned to do odd jobs for the rich brats in the neighborhood and used to earn a little money which went in a piggy bank hoping that i would never have to use the money. But disaster struck soon and my dad died in a car accident and here I was in front of the one building of which my dad talked with conviction penniless and living on scrapes of others.
As I started walking away from the building the parking gates of the building opened and I could see a car coming towards me and ignored it thinking it would pass by without giving any thought of what a half naked man was doing outside their beloved stadium. I wouldn't have noticed the car further but for a loud honk from the car as it approached me in full speed ,light shining brightly before BAM! the car hit me on the side and i went flipping in the air for a ride before falling very hard on the ground. I could fell blood ooze from my hand and shoulder and felt a little dizzy as i tried to get up using my already injured hand. The back seat of the car opened and the last thing i remembered before fainting was seeing a person who looked a whole lot similar to Sir Alex Ferguson.
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