I was thinking about different ways of starting this blog, how and where to start our way to our dreams, which would be a good point to begin a dreamers journey, so checking my old stories I found this one, which I wrote six months ago, and I chose it because it makes a point at the end to open our mind to be filled with whatever we want, is like writing our past again and again, creating our own memories and giving it a better meaning, which I think is a good point to start our way to follow our dreams. Here is the story:
The best goal of my life
Yes! , that was the best goal of my life, I remember it perfectly; it was amazing…, definitely one of the beast goals in the history of soccer…
It happened during a rainy month, as is almost always in Bogotá; my friends and I had just finished the most difficult part of our undergraduate chemistry studies, the fifth semester, when we decided to enjoy our little extra time on the sixth semester mornings as we didn’t have too much lectures at that time, so we decided to enter a short soccer tournament. All of us used to play soccer together with our girlfriends just for fun, we knew we wasn’t really good players but we enjoyed it so much, laughing about each other, relaxing and keeping our minds away from our studies. One day a friend of us told me about a tournament that other chemistry students used to organized every six months, the trophy was around 200000 pesos, and the rules were simple, each team should had only 6 players and the match would last 20 minutes each period, no women’s were allowed L!. So we decided to give it a try.
The first thing we needed to decide was the name of the team, and as every other team that was going to participate, we decided to choose a funny name for it. “Lucky is what I tell you”, I said, as that was the most funny popular phrase at the moment in all Colombia, and it was my favorite too, it was a mean but funny phrase at the same time. My friends just laugh so much about it that they agree to use it. Problem solved!
The second problem was to determine the positions of each player, we was eight men but only six could play; I used to play as defender as it was not ease for the other players to move 80 kilos from their way, but in this occasion, as no one liked to be the goalkeeper and all of them wanted to play in the front scoring goals, I decided to take the responsibility of protecting our goal, even though, it was a big responsibility.
The first match was a disaster; even though me and the others did our best we lost 0-4 against a group of friends; still we were happy, not surprised because of the results, just enjoying the fun of the game. Immediately after such a disaster we were called the “sábados felices” team (the “happy Saturdays”, a very popular humoristic show in Colombia) because our amazing (funny!) way to play soccer.
For the next match we planned carefully; knowing how difficult was to organize ourselves during the game we choose to remain in our positions even if most of my friends wanted to be in the front attacking to reach the opposite goal. It was a cloudy morning and had rained all before the game so the grass was really slippery and humid. The game was against another group of friends which were a lot better soccer players than us. All our girl friends were there to watch our game and were sitting in the humid grass near the field. The match started, we bravely fight to keep the match 0-0 and we gave the best of each one during all the first period. Ball after ball I struggle to stop each of the kicks that the other team did; the tribune were crazy, everyone were screaming after each kick, balls were going from one side to another, it was an amazing game. Suddenly, the great moment came, the best goal of my live was going to be scored; it was starting the second half, I was goalkeeping, as always, when a defender from the other team throw a ball just near my area, suddenly a player from the other team appeared to kick the ball when I immediately reacted to stop him, I moved my body towards him and just exactly when he kicked the ball, my knee was in front to stop it, the ball hit my knee so strong that I felt it when up and suddenly disappear from my view; I fell down in the ground, looking at the grass, happy to know that I was saving my team again, just thinking in recovery as soon as possible to keep goalkeeping, and there it came, a few seconds after I started to listen to everybody screaming goooooooooooooooooooal, I thought someone on my team made a goal and felt happy; I recovered, stand up and then… it was amazing!, suddenly everybody was around me, some of the guys from the tribune were hugging me, saying “José that was an amazing goal”, the girls were also screaming, I couldn’t believed it!, I was looking all around cause didn’t understand what was happening; when I became aware that I did that goal I just let out all my emotion by smiling and jumping, I never realized I could make a goal being the goalkeeper, but I did it, and everybody was telling me it was an amazing goal, everybody talked about it after, the story remained in the mind of many people for many days; for me it was the best goal of my life…
I never saw what happened that day, I don’t really know how amazing was my goal, of course some people later explained me how I made the goal, but let’s say that, as I never saw it, every time I remember that day, I create my own story on how I did that goal, on what happened just after I hit that ball with my knee, and every time I finish the story in my head I can realized that it was the best goal of my life and I can feel the excitement of that moment as it would be happening just now… no matters that that day we were eliminated of the tournament because we lost the match 1-4. For sure all my friends remember that day and the glorious team that we were… and I’ll always remember that goal as the best goal of my life…
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