Chapter Six: Kick Off
“Don’t sacrifice the success of the school’s football team for your grudge against that individual who plays as an attacking midfielder, right.” Jeet rehearsed before kickoff. That sentence is what saved him that day and what made him a hero. Blue with Black sleeves and Red with Dark Sleeves. The “Home” and “Away” kits. The ground they played on was home turf, therefore the home kits were to be worn. The school team’s name was “Diamond Boys Football Club” and their badge is seen as a diamond with a silhouette of a player kicking a ball. Above it, there was a ribbon labeled “Diamond Boys FC” with the lower ribbon stating “est. 1999”. The conflict, though, was with a rival team named “The Golden Soldiers Football Club”. The rivalry began when in 2009 some school fans started chanting:
“Diamond is more precious than gold,
Challenging our supremacy is rather bold,
Alas, though, this bold act,
Won’t ever succeed, and that is a fact!
DBFC!
DBFC! ”
It really wasn’t the best of chants, but G.S.F.C’s fans started spitting insults back at them. The rivalry was quite intense actually, until the seasons of 2022/23 – 2024/25 because of the departure of a holding midfielder and an attacking midfielder. The team was a shambles. Their most recent fixture ended in a 3-0 loss with the GSFC fans chanting:
“We are gold,
We are gold,
And DBFC is mould!
Our squad is a hit!
And yours is full of-“
*Ahem!* Not the best of chants, either. But they know how to tick each other off.
That’s that though, but now it is time for the kick off. I would not delve so deep into this rivalry if they weren’t the opposition in this little fixture. It was the grand, 16 year old rivalry:
Diamond Boys – Golden Soldiers
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“And we kick off!” The commentator states as the referee’s whistle blows.
It was quite an intense match, and Jeet was defending for his life. He was a highly underrated player. He’d been doing most of the tough work, and one bad pass, and a nasty comment is snarled against him, mostly relating to his stocky appearance.
Jeet spotted a run by Arthur in the wide area, and he went for it. It didn’t look too good in the beginning, but it picked up speed and was received with a brilliant touch by Arthur. A very fast child, Arthur. Jeet would have given him a nine out of ten rating regarding pace. Arthur sped into the box and Jeet raced Greg into the ‘D’ area. Arthur passed the ball to Jeet as the oppositions goalie neared. Jeet received the ball in a tight angle and sought only one crazy option, and that was to chip the ball over the defenders, make the ball deflect off the cross bar, and back at Arthur so that the winger could score. Beautiful plan. The chip worked out lovelier than Jeet could ever imagine. What happened though, wasn’t a part of Jeet’s masterplan. The ball landed to the feet of Greg for him to finish it. Jeet was certainly looking to strangle Greg if he didn’t score. Somehow though, Greg found the bottom corner of the goal. 1-0 to Diamond Boys. Everyone went to celebrate with Greg and obviously nobody noticed the fact that Jeet intended to assist instead of score. Oh well. The Halftime whistle blew and the players trotted into the dressing rooms for the coaches’ respective instructions.
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The second goal came as a product of the lecturing in the first half. Surprisingly, not even Jeet’s coach discovered that he actually wanted to assist the ball and not score.
“Keep your head, Jeet. You are the centre of action. You push the play forward and defend at your will. The players listen to you as you are the Captain so pay close attention to me and what I want from this fixture. I want you to pick out the hugest hole in their defence and cut in, but you must make sure the angles are okay for your strong foot. Pick out that hole, then comes the goal.
I want to see that on the pitch by hook or by crook. And I am giving you this opportunity because I am substituting Greg off now.
Jeet had never heard happier news in his life. On the other hand…
Greg: “WHAT?! IMPOSSIBLE!”
Coach: “Yes Greg, you need rest.”
Greg: “But why keep Jabba the Hutt on the field?!”
Coach: “HIS NAME, IS JEET!”
Greg: Sorry, gaffer. I’ll watch from the sidelines.
Jeet had some perfect skills to make up for his rather slow movement. He perfected a roulette not as well as he wanted but it turned out to work perfectly. As soon as Jeet dribbled through the defence he spotted and even larger space in the bottom right corner. The ball zoomed in from outside the box, the goalkeeper being helpless. This time, even though the seats accommodated approximately only two-hundred people, the fans roared in excitement as if they were enjoying a concert. Jeet never thought he would ever here that sound from the fans. It was as if he was playing in the Premier League. Shreyas gave him a nice little pat on the back stating his right foot was better than the left ( The chip shot previously was from his left foot ).
2-0
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The 3-0 was also from Jeet, and surprising how it even went in. The ball was in the air, and he was about five yards away from the goal line. He volleyed it, and bang! Under the crossbar. The referee blew the whistle and put to bed a beautiful game of football.
Walking into the dressing room he was having his name chanted by the rest of the squad, they were elated with Jeet. It was at that very moment, when he received applause in the dressing room from everyone else, that Jeet knew, that it was never only about the competition with Greg, but it was about playing the beautiful game beautifully, and that is what counted. He glanced at his bitterly disappointed ‘friend’, Greg, sitting in a corner and trying to avoid the cheer. Everyone had forgotten his goal, it seemed. Jeet’s best friend Sridhar entered the room on crutches. He smiled broadly at Jeet. He was so happy as if he‘d scored two goals. The squad patted each other on the back after their campaign kicked off to a very successful start.
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