Chokopop
Self-diagnosed FM addict
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Chapter 4:
The end of a career
17th November 2004
"He runs down the flank, skinning two players... OOOH! What a horror tackle! It looks like his game is over"
I still remember the day clearly. The day my footballing career ended. I was playing for my local team SønderjyskE, having a great game. Finally I had gotten my chance in the first team. Many journalists called me "The new Michael Laudrup". I came running down the flank, when I saw a player run towards me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my leg, fell to the ground. The pain was to much to bear, I blacked out.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the ambulance on my way to the hospital. I was strapped down, wearing an oxygen mask. I was about to panic. This seemed pretty bad. When we arrived at the emergency room they sedated me.
I woke up in my room, at the hospital. I was wearing a cascet around my right leg. I feared the worst. I called the nurse, I wanted to know what happened. She got the doctor and he explained what happened. I broke my leg two places, and here it comes. My footballing career was over.
That was the worst that could happen. I'd never walk out on a football pitch again. I lived for the sport. My dream of playing for Liverpool was over... Gone. Even the opposing team, including the guy who ended my career came to visit me in the hospital. I wasn't mad. Things like that can happen. It's part of the game. But why me?
My teammates came by every day, trying to cheer me up. It was nice of them, but I was depressed. I didn't have an education. I always got told by coaches, managers and players "You have a great career infront of you!"
Perhaps I did. But that's over now.
I'm luckier than most. I've gotten a second chance. Not as a player, but as a manager. And I'm really grateful for that.
However, I'd still give anything to play in front of the famous Kop just once...
The end of a career
17th November 2004
"He runs down the flank, skinning two players... OOOH! What a horror tackle! It looks like his game is over"
I still remember the day clearly. The day my footballing career ended. I was playing for my local team SønderjyskE, having a great game. Finally I had gotten my chance in the first team. Many journalists called me "The new Michael Laudrup". I came running down the flank, when I saw a player run towards me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my leg, fell to the ground. The pain was to much to bear, I blacked out.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the ambulance on my way to the hospital. I was strapped down, wearing an oxygen mask. I was about to panic. This seemed pretty bad. When we arrived at the emergency room they sedated me.
I woke up in my room, at the hospital. I was wearing a cascet around my right leg. I feared the worst. I called the nurse, I wanted to know what happened. She got the doctor and he explained what happened. I broke my leg two places, and here it comes. My footballing career was over.
That was the worst that could happen. I'd never walk out on a football pitch again. I lived for the sport. My dream of playing for Liverpool was over... Gone. Even the opposing team, including the guy who ended my career came to visit me in the hospital. I wasn't mad. Things like that can happen. It's part of the game. But why me?
My teammates came by every day, trying to cheer me up. It was nice of them, but I was depressed. I didn't have an education. I always got told by coaches, managers and players "You have a great career infront of you!"
Perhaps I did. But that's over now.
I'm luckier than most. I've gotten a second chance. Not as a player, but as a manager. And I'm really grateful for that.
However, I'd still give anything to play in front of the famous Kop just once...
