A Story Written and Produced by: Anshul
A FOOTBALLER’S WORLD
CHAPTER ONE: A DREAM, MY DREAM
IT is not a surprise that every human in our little world wants to leave their own mark, however big or small it might be. But not all are as fortunate to do what they wanted to do. Some are born with the resources- Money, food, supplies, clothing, shelter — and, some are not. Many of the greatest footballers in our time rose from the ashes of poverty, hunger, no money, no food — but it always takes that extra step of dedication, for success. Many of us leave the world with regret, why couldn’t I do this? Why couldn’t I do that? Why did I waste my life? I wish I had more time. Someone who lives a great life and leaves the Earth with no regrets, is a great human being. We associate the words ‘great human being’ and a ‘dedicated person’ to a little boy, who was quite a bit unfortunate. He was born with a rare illness, that the doctors misdiagnosed and the syrup he used to take had ingredients which made him gain weight. The doctors were unsure what the problem was, so they were trying out different doses, and altering it experimentally, which affected his health. He gained eleven pounds in the course of a month, and that wasn’t very good at all. He grew up a plump boy, in a small city in the state of Maharashtra, India. India was a place where he grew up getting bullied at every step of the way. He’d walk home crying after school, because he’d been teased and called names like ‘Sumo Wrestler’ and ‘Fat Donkey’. He’d end up in a pool of tears outside the school and yet be bullied for being a cry baby. It was just how life was. Everyday he will vow to himself that in the future, the bullies will be sorry because he will become something big, and when that happens, he will laugh upon the tears of the kids that made a fool out of him. Never will they say a word to him. This little boy we talk about, his name, is a very special name, Jeet, meaning victory in Hindi. His parents loved him thoroughly and, like him, wanted him to be something big. Something meaningful. Whenever our little friend Jeet tells her mother about the bullying, the mother kisses him and tells him he would be victorious in the end, like his name, Jeet. Jeet loved all his relatives dearly. He had two brothers, one four years elder to him, and one four years younger to him, and Jeet, is only six years old. His brothers never really got bullied as much as Jeet did, but his ten year old brother was born with six fingers, so his friends are sometimes a bit scared of him. His name, meaning great, is Mahan. Jeet’s younger brother’s name is Dhanya, meaning blessed, because Dhanya was born without any problem — No extra finger, no rare disease, he was just perfect.
JAN, 1st 2025.
NEW YEAR’S DAY.
Substitution in the 60th minute: JEET JOSHI
“C’mon Jeet! You can do this. For the club!”
“Jeet Joshi has tackled an enemy in the defensive zone, Jeet is dribbling the ball with full pace, he just did a roulette around the enemy right midfielder ! He is dribbling non stop, he did a rainbow past the opposition’s center back, and he chips the goal keeper… OH MY GOD!”
“Jeet, wake up, it is eight a.m., you’ve slept enough – oh, and happy new year!”
Jeet was lying in bed, eyes wide open.
“Happy new year mummy. I had such a good dream, I almost wish you woke me up later! Now I don’t know if my shot was a goal or not!”
Mother smilled. “Football dreams again, Jeet?”
She hugged her son and apologized to him once again that he couldn’t get the birthday present that he wanted – a proper football. She reminded him that they were saving some money for moving out of India, and staying abroad – and his father has a job offer in the gulf, the United Arab Emirates.
“It is okay mum. You can buy me one in the U.A.E.!”
Jeet was quite the mature kid, he obeyed his parents, and knew right from wrong. Besides, he was more than happy to go to a school far away from the one he is in currently.
Travelling was an exciting prospect for little Jeet. His mother had turned the TV on for him and there was a football match playing. The school had New Year’s holiday going on, so Jeet stayed at home an relaxed. Ever since his ten year old brother Mahan started watching football, Jeet has been into it. He loves the sport. He is crazy about it. But he hadn’t found his favorite football club yet. He followed the Barclays Premier League. Jeet heard of a newly promoted club that used to play in much lower divisions – a club named Lymington FC. He liked the fact that the club came so far from division to division and now they’re competing in the best league.
“Mummy! I support Lymington FC!” Jeet called out to Mother.
“That’s nice, dear” Mother replied.
Jeet watched in amaze how the footballers were packed with pace and skill, and how they had such calmness and command over the ball. He admired and respected how they played, he liked many of the players, occasionally shouting at the screen saying things like “What a shot!” and “Nice Players” and “WHOAH”.
He had a thought in the back of his head, he wondered, if he had caught an obsession so early, he admired the sport of football so much, and he wondered something – what if , what if he really was – he needed to tell his mother.
“Mummy! I want to be the best footballer the world has ever seen.”
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