Soccer diary Eps. 3

I lay low on the ground with so much pain within, paramedics raced and carried me away. "Let's take him to the hospital," are the words that made my faith detoriorate for I had assumed it to be minor injury. My heart sank and every atom of hope faded. I saw myself depending on a wheelchair for life. Tears streamed down my cheeks though no word was uttered. "How am I to reach my goals with this injury, everything is shuttered," I gasped.

 I was flown back home and a physiotherapy was assigned to cater for me till I bounced back. Life was never the same, no career, no gym but just medication and treatment sessions. I had reached my rock bottom where returning was a thing of fairy tales. Tears went by and no change occured, same old pain endorsed me.

I became rude, grumpy, short-tempered and complaining a lot because the world had deprived me of the only thing I loved, soccer⚽. That alone didn't change the story either instead my situation was becoming worse cause of stress and depression.

Is Vincent going to play the tournament till the end? Find out next episode. 

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