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  • Essay / For me, contentment means the football field

    For me, contentment means one place – the football field. While the world has its Argentinian genius – Lionel Messi and its English architect – Wane Rooney, the local playground I was a hesitant 17 year old, with raging hormones, eager to shine every day, trying to outdo myself and work to reach greater heights. Football is my passion, although my fascination with the sport developed long after I left football coaching. I didn't enjoy the experience due to my lack of ability, embarrassment and fear of the coach himself. Thus, I avoided one of the best opportunities I would ever have to become a good player. Some time later, when my peers started focusing on their studies, oddly enough, the playground started showing up on my schedule every evening. The colony grounds were the ideal place, in the late hours of the day. Imagine this: the sun has just set. Twelve people, one bullet. The atmosphere was filled with shouts of enthusiasm, cries of frustration and joyful calls for celebration. However...