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Posted on June 21, 2010 at 09:02 PM.

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Chapter II - Football?
Early September, 2006, Greenwich, Connecticut

After a month and a half of hating my life and not doing anything other than dribbling around my house and kicking against the wooden fence in my back yard it was time for the first day of school in Rivers Creek High School.

I woke up, took a shower and put on a classic Abercrombie shirt and a pair of jeans and headed to grab a toast or something to eat. As I went downstairs I heard my brother and my sister arguing about something, I think it was pancakes or waffles. The orange juice was amazing, and I left with my siblings to the bus stop.

I don�t know what hit my mind, but I knew were the school was, and I didn�t feel like being the new guy on the bus, so I started walking towards school. It wasn�t that far away actually, and I managed to learn about some of the streets that were near my place. I got to school in about twenty minutes and headed to my homeroom class, with a teacher called Ms. Robinson, who also taught me Math.

I caught my first sign of my classmates inside the class. There were a bunch of good looking blondes on the back, but nothing else. I sat down in an empty chair in the middle of the room and noticed some people staring at me, probably because I was new.

The teacher immediately shut the class up and went on to give the typical first day speech, as she was turning around to sit down and let us leave she said:

�Oh, yes, I just remembered, signups for sport tryouts are in Mr. James� office�

I immediately lighted up, maybe they had a soccer team, and I would finally find someplace I was accepted. When the bell rang I jumped off the chair and ran directly to Mr. James, the sport co-coordinator, office. I looked around at the sports being shown, Basketball, Football, Volleyball, and Baseball. Where was soccer? I looked around for someone, and I saw Mr. James himself.

�Sir, excuse me. Where is the soccer tryouts sheet?�

�Soccer, oh after an incident a couple years back we were forced to cancel the soccer team, we still have an activity for it, but we don�t compete.�

My heat broke that instant, but I still went the following Friday to the field.

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It was the first time in a month and a half, but I could still play soccer. I was using my old Nikes and my Germany soccer shirt, given to me by my grandfather back home. Some kids were already there, playing around with the ball. They were clearly amateurs. I ran to the field from the locker rooms, and after a bad kick the ball rolled to me. I stopped it with my left foot, and put it in a perfect place for me to kick it directly at the goal with my right foot, and that is what I did. The ball flew over the kid in front of me, and hit the top post.

�Damn�

As more people came we started a pickup game, we were roughly 16 dudes and 4 girls, which was pretty good, as we played with ten people per team.

The game started, and a kid who had seen me passed the ball to me. I dribbled over to the left of the field, quickly cut to the right and stopped dead in my tracks. Four guys were coming directly towards me. I waited for them to get around me and lifted the ball over their heads and pushed them aside. I had open space in front of me and kicked from way out, the goalie tried to reach it, but the ball hit the top corner. 1-0 for us.

They started from the center, they tried to dribble past me, but I quickly stole the ball from the ball carrier, and juked the next defender. I then fainted to the right and went to the left. I started running at my maximum speed when I felt someone�s cleat against my calf. He crashed against me. I jumped and fell to the ground, clinching my left ankle. It hurt like hell!

�What the **** man!�

I walked towards the guy, who had his back turned to me.

�It was an accident�

�**** you, it wasn�t an accident, you don�t hit someone from behind and call it an accident�

By that time I was all in the dudes face. I pushed him once, I pushed him twice. I had never been that type of guy that gets in fights, but I was seriously pissed. He tried to push him, but I quickly juked left, grabbed him by the shirt collar and pushed him against the chain fence that separated the soccer field to the baseball field.

I was ready to throw a punch, but I felt a hand grab my shirt from behind and pulled me away.

�Relax dude, this kid isn�t worth it.�

I turned around and saw a tanned, almost black dude.

�**** it, but if he messes with me again, and I will **** him up.�

�Plus, you got some viewers right there.�

He pointed towards a man, about forty-five years old, with a decreasing hair line and black hair with some gray. He was looking at me with another dude, a senior I think, who was at least 6�3 and 225 pounds. They seemed to be talking, and then looking at me, and then talking again.

I backed off and went to take the free kick, on the perfect spot for me, about 10 feet to the right of the penalty spot, and 15 feet behind the area. I stood up just like Cristiano Ronaldo, grabbing my hips and opening my legs. The wall stood up, they looked nervous as hell. I looked at the goal, and behind the fence were two girls, a blonde and a brunette who were holding tennis rackets. I looked at the blonde, who was as hot as hell, directly in the eyes, and kicked the ball, directly over the wall, and directly on the top right corner. I looked at the girl again; she smiled and looked at me.

�Martin Gomez?�

I turned around and saw the old dude with the 225 pound guy behind me.

�Yes sir�

�Look, I�ve been looking at you, and you seem to be great at soccer. Have you ever played football?�

�No, sir, where I come from nobody does.�

�Look, we are not know for being a great team, but I was wandering if you would mind coming to the training on Monday, we are a little short on players, and your speed would be a great asset for the team, and you can sure break and juke. Would you mind doing a little drill for me, right now? You have to go to the penalty sport over there, and you Mike, go to the center spot.�

Apparently Mike was the 225 lb guy from before.

�What you have to do is run against each other, without the ball, and you have to try to get past him by any means possible. Mike, you already know the drill.�

I stood on the penalty spot, and, when he blew the whistle, I did my trademark 40 yard sprint, he clearly was a lot slower, but instead of moving to the left like some would have, I wanted to take him head on, juking him at the last second and making him miss. We were already at twenty feet from each other, and he started to slow down, embracing for the hit. I stayed at full speed and as soon as I felt him right in front of me I spinned and left him tackling the air.

�Coach, I think you were correct�

�You bet I was Mike, well Martin, will I see you on the field on Monday?�

�Yes, sir, that would be great, but, I have no kind of equipment for football?�

�You only need your own cleats, which you already have, the rest we will give you.�

He and Mike left, leaving me alone in the center of the soccer field. Everyone else had left. I went to the locker room and changed to some more comfortable shoes. I contemplated the idea of taking a shower, but I was sure I could do that at home.
I went to my locker and picked up my backpack with my books, and started the journey home.

�Hey, you, wait!�

I turned around and saw the blonde girl from before, running towards me.

�I saw you play soccer today, you were great, by the way, I�m Isabella�

�Thanks, I�m Martin, you play tennis huh?�

�Yeah, crap, the bus left, I�m going to have to call my mom to pick me up�

�Where do you live, maybe we could walk together.�

�Walk, no, I mean, it�s far away, isn�t it?�

�No, not really, it�s even faster if you are with someone else.�

She finally agreed to go, and we were on our way. We finally got to her street, in front of her house. We said our good byes and she was walking to her door when she turned around.

�What are you doing tonight?�

�Nothing much, take a shower, chill out at home.�

�What an antisocial, look, come by at about 7:30, I�ll take you somewhere fun.�

With that she turned around, opened the door and got inside.
****, I felt like THE man, the lucky one. Finally after ****ing years of no luck with girls, one that was prettier than any in my old school was asking me to do something. With that thought in mind, I walked over to my house.