abhishekthegamer

There was a footballer, one day paparazzi asked him, how come he became such a good footballer. he said that " i used be very poor at sports activities and was physically weak to play football. the neighbourhood children did not wanted me to play with them. I used to be very sad. One day my father saw that. That day he took me to the foot ball ground with foot ball. it was Me and my father only. he tought me foot ball. he told me how to kick the ball, dribble and other stuff. we both were playing football against each other and all of a sudden I hit a goal against him. I was so surprised that I was playing well and I had conqured the fear. He cheered for me. he put me on his shoulder and went on running an round of the ground. I was so happy that time.
that time I saw an unforgettable thing, it was the smile on his face.
Since than I wanted to see him smiling in the same way. With the confidence I started playing foot ball with colony children. My father used to come to see me playing . and of course because of him children didnot stop me from playing.
He cheered me always when I had the ball, when he said "GO SON! GOAL "! only thing visible for me was the goal.
I fell down, I was hit but i wanted to run like anything to get that goal.
I started playing good and became the * of the local club.
Everytime I hit a goal, won a match or got a trophy. he used to lift me on his shoulders. But my friends last time when i won the "golden leg" in the championship one strange thing happened. he didnot lift me on his shoulders.
don worry nothing serious.
actually i have become too heavy for him to lift."
BUT belive me newspaper folks that was the thing I started playing football for .
("other wise I had been a nerd writing this story on his blog")

bye how was it >>>
next football story.