Beyond the Goalpost: The Dream of Niyog V

Dream awakens

Ever since he could kick a ball, Niyog, a spirited boy from Kerala, had filled his days with dreams of becoming a legendary football player. With every dribble and pass, he imagined himself gracing the same fields as his idol, Kev Da Bruna, whose flair and precision inspired him. Niyog’s feet danced expertly around the ball, his control remarkable for a boy of just ten. Among friends, he was a force to be reckoned with—swift, nimble, and filled with an unyielding desire to rise above the ordinary. When his friends ridiculed his obsession with stardom, he simply laughed and declared, "I’m just getting acquainted with my future self!” That radiant optimism filled his days even as his mother, doing dishes in the kitchen, chimed in with warm laughter, “One day, you’ll be famous. Just remember us when you’re rich and famous!”

“Of course, Ma,” he grinned, his eyes glinting with youthful mischief. “I’ll hire you as my personal chef!” Niyog’s wit was as sharp as his skills, brightening the world around him. Each compliment from his mother fortified his spirit, embedding the belief that he was destined for greatness. By the time he turned sixteen, he was already a well-known figure on the playground pitches, leading his school team to glory against louder, more boastful rivals. It had been a fierce competition, where taunts of “trash” were tossed around like stray footballs. Yet when the stakes were high, Niyog stepped up, determined to show everyone the true meaning of talent and teamwork.

The state school football tournament loomed, and while he sometimes harbored doubts about his teammates, he couldn't turn his back on the responsibility weighing on his shoulders. Despite their occasional clumsiness, Niyog transformed their potential into victory, guiding them through the intense matches with his experience and poise. As tension brewed in the final minutes of the finals—a game that had pushed everyone's limits—he could feel exhaustion creeping in. But as he caught sight of the scoreboard, and the fierce determination in his heart surged like adrenaline. “Haa... I have no choice but to do this myself; I can’t let this end as a draw,” he thought resolutely.

Suddenly, the opposing team surged, poised to strike what could be their winning goal. Just when it seemed defeat was imminent, Niyog swooped in like lightning. With deft precision, he snatched the ball cleanly from under their noses. Three defenders lunged at him, but Niyog danced around them in a blur, executing a simple double-touch and leaving the first player bewildered. In an exhilarating display of skill, he performed a roulette, evading the next adversary while managing to nutmeg the third, leaving chaos in his wake. The crowd gasped in awe.

With a fire fueling every stride, Niyog charged toward the penalty box, his heart racing in rhythm with his pounding feet, excitement and determination blending into a intoxicating surge of confidence. He approached the goalkeeper, who stood as a daunting final obstacle. With an elegant feint, Niyog glided past him effortlessly, tapping the ball into the net like it was the most natural thing in the world. The stadium erupted in cheers, and his opponents were left in stunned silence, their bravado dissipating in the face of his undeniable talent.

A man in the crowd, his hat casting a shadow over a sly grin, leaned in and whispered with a hint of amusement, "Now that's... interesting."

In the aftermath of that pulsating victory, Niyog was enveloped by his teammates, their jubilant praises filling the air. Each congratulatory handshake was a reminder that dreams could indeed be realized, especially when bolstered by camaraderie. It was during the celebration that one of his teammates brought up the under-17 tryouts for the Kerala Kings football team, happening in just three days. “You should totally try out, Niyog! They’ll be looking for someone like you!” This declaration only fueled Niyog’s passion further; he saw it as a glittering opportunity, the stepping stone that could crown him among footballing greats.

Heart racing with ambition, Niyog sought the approval of his parents, who could see the fire within him—a fire not easily extinguished. Without hesitation, they granted him their blessing, knowing how much this dream meant to him. As the day of the tryouts loomed, excitement coursed through him like electricity, fueling the perpetual waves of hope. Countless scenarios played out in his mind—he could see himself weaving through defenders, scoring stunning goals, and winning the hearts of selectors. Perhaps one day, as he often envisioned, he’d even wear the jersey of his dreams, basking in adulation from fans.

Finally, the fateful day arrived, and with it came a mixture of nervousness and exuberance. Niyog stood outside the stadium, heart pounding, battling the fluttering anticipation within him. The sun cast warm rays that seemed to strengthen his resolve. He took a deep breath, recalling all the sacrifices he had made, including those late-night practice sessions with friends and the countless hours spent honing his skills. This was it—his chance to showcase everything he had worked so hard for. As the whistle blew and the tryouts began, Niyog sprinted onto the field with unwavering determination, a boy fueled not just by dreams, but by an unshakeable belief that he was destined for greatness.