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I Knew My Life Was a Failure When I Was 15
You don’t want to be like me, do you?
“A football player.” That was my answer as a child when people asked me what I wanted to be when I became an adult.
I’m not a football player. I failed to achieve the biggest dream of my life.
That was the thing I wanted the most in my life. And it still is. It was not necessary to be a big football star, to earn millions and to win a World Cup. Of course I would have loved that, but I would have been more than happy with life if kicking a ball had given me the opportunity to buy my food and have a roof above my head.
Years passed by and reality started to kill my dream.
First of all, my quality couldn’t warranty success. I play ok when I’m with friends and I consider myself to be a clever piece in my teams, but that didn’t give enough confidence in order to know that, if I tried, I could make a living out of football.
In addition, there was only one club in my hometown that could be the link to a biggest institution. The coach of the team wasn’t interested in developing children but in winning. That didn’t work. The result? No chances at all. Against my will, I had to accept that I was going to spend all my life out of a football pitch. At least in a professional way.