Chapter 1:Ronaldinho
I ran home after school laden with a heavy bag.Sure I was a soccer player already being tipped to make the Italy U-21 squad but school was just as important or it was according to my mama.
I was greeted by Ronaldinho as soon as I reached home with his signature three barks and a lick.Ronaldinho was a cute little Maltese Terrier who I had named after the Brazilian Magician after seeing his famous tricks and wizadry while he was at Barcelona.After a quich shower I settled into my hammock with Ronaldinho snuggled up next to me.My hammock was just about my favourite place in the world as I could lay in it and day-dream as long as I would like about me being a famous soccer superstar.
Its the World-Cup final.Italy need to score from this penalty to create History and win consecutive World-Cups a feat unheard off.And who better to take this Penalty than Italy's youngest and newest sensation Marco Verratti.
Look how cool and relaxed he looks even though Marco Verratti knows that a entire nation's hopes rest on his young shoulders.He takes a deep breath and begins his run-up and he SCORES.
MARCO VERRATTI HAS WON IT FOR ITALY
I smiled to myself and snuggled up next to Ronaldinho
Game
Pescara vs Home Utd.
I watched in frustration from the bench as my team-mates failed to create any chances and even conceded a goal through a defensive lapse.At half-time the coach simply told me 'Marco do it again'.
I stood on the touchline waiting to be brought on.I ran onto the pitch while kissing the necklace around my neck which had been given to my father by Soccer great Alcides Ghiggia.Finally after 25min we managed to get a great dead-ball opportunity.With our regular free-kick taker nursing a slight thigh strain I had no intention of letting anybody else near the ball.
I looked up at the goal saw the top-corner and Imanaged to curve the ball just into the net.I set-off on a mazy run with my fist raised Shearer-like imagining the roar of 90,000 people in Wembley
Chapter 2:Rumous and.......
'Goooooooooooaal!'.My handphone rang with the voice of some famous commentator I had forgotten long ago.It was my agent Marco Munez.He was actually owned a garage but having been a proffessional footballer himslef,he knew his job.
'Marco I have arranged a meeting with the Chairman its urgent come quickly' was all he said in his thin rasping voice
I went to the stadium where the Chairman had his office and seated myself in a comfortable and compact office
'Marco I will not talk in circles Inter Milan want you' the Chairman said as soon as I sat down.I glanced at my agent and he said 'Its true I have been on the phone for hours'.
A wave of emotions flew through me.Was it possible moving to Inter Milan one of the greatest clubs in the world and playing on the lush green of San Siro the greatest Stadium in all of Italy.Was it time to forgo Pescara and play on the world stage infront of millions of people under the guidance of Jose Mourinho the 'Special One'.Was it time to pursue my dream.
It was time
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Chapter 3 wil be coming soon