As a teenager I always wanted to play soccer no matter what. Since I was a little kid soccer has been the sport of my choice. It is the love of my life. I loved everything about it from the sweet smell of the grass to that exiting feeling of scoring a goal. I grew up in a family that lived, breathed, and played soccer. My dad was a professional soccer player for about twenty years. I guess that’s the reason why I love soccer so much and why its so important to me. I have always follow the advices that my dad gives me; a mean who else can know about soccer more than him. Even though, for a period of time I started to take my own decision about my young soccer career. I felt like I had the sufficient knowledge to do so. In that period of time my soccer playing

Anyhow everything went by perfect. We won the tournament and my teammates, coaches and parents forgot about what happened with me. Everyone was just so happy that the only think that I was left for me to do was to celebrate with them.

Finally the day of that game arrive. I had many thought and feelings flowing on my head. I really wanted to play in the game but I wasn’t sure if u should of, because of my knee. I just didn’t know what to do, it was such a hard decision for me. I didn’t wanted to let my team, coaches and parents down, but I didn’t want to get hurt anymore. The minutes before the game were endless. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and when I finally decided to say something to my coach, he walked in the looker room and called me to the side. I thought that that was the chance for me to tell him about my situation, but even before I open my mouth he said “ Felipe: your work in the field is going to be very important for the team today. I want you to show leadership to your teammates and do everything you can to win this game”. I don’t know why, but I didn’t say a word to him. I just kept shaking my head up and down agreeing with everything that he was saying. Now I regret that moment. I wish I could of have the courage to tell everybody about what was going on with me. During the game, I was so in to it that I completely forgot about my knee. The victory made me forget about the whole situation, but it wasn’t really over.

abilities started to decline. I started to feel this weird and strong pain on my knee. At first, I didn’t really pay attention to it. I thought that it was going to go away soon and that’s why I didn’t tell anybody about it. I should of mention something to my dad, coaches or teammates. The fact of not trusting them almost made me lose what I love the most, soccer.

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