One In A Million

Chapter 56

"Marco, I'm really sorry but this mild injury as it looks will keep you away from the pitch for about the two or three next weeks." Marco had been repeated too many times this same refrain. Yes once again his abductor betrayed him. He did feel a pain a few days ago already, but it seemed to have got worse at yesterday's final training in Brackel. Marco had been training hard ahead of the quarterfinal game against 1899 Hoffenheim in the Pokal competition. His aim was to give the best of himself, to bring his skills as an help to his team at finally winning a title, also to take it as a little personal sucess. He knew he was a major player to the team, that his playing style would always made a difference that was speed, accuracy, versatility. The team had always relied on Marco's various talent. Once again, the same scenario was repeating again, him, being injured, unable get his feet touching a football, his passion being taken away. Another injury which caused his frustration to reveal a bit of his rebel side. Injuries made part of a footballer's life, but for Marco, it was a different story. Marco felt like the curse of the world cup was still chasing after him. Since that back that horrible day of june 2014, nothing had been the same. That injury left him traumatized. Was he really doomed. Had the bad luck found a weal soul in Marco at keeping torturing him, was it Karma, or something that he wasn't aware of himself.

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07/04/2015

- Dortmund, Marco's House -

As a result of the injury, a frustrated Marco was left without other choices to watch the game from his home on his large flat LED screen. But the lad had planned something in addition of this football evening. Marco had always been unable to bear this loneliness during an injury, he just hated it. If Nico hadn't been sick with a cold, he would have seeked Yvonne's permission to have the little monster at his house to spend a boys' night. Yes, having his little Nico around filled up that loneliness, he just adored his nephew. Eating chocolate cookies while playing some cars video games was their favorite activity. But on that day, it looked like odds were against him. Everyone seemed to have been sick with flu, Nico, his mom Manuella, not even Robin didn't escaped of the severe grip of that flu. So Marco had to switch to his backup plan, another boys' night certainly, but with one of his best buddy Marcel instead.

"Hey bro, stop that sulky mood of yours, come on man, the team will do great, I'm confident of that." Marcel said with some confidence in his voice tone, trying to cheer up his friend who has been ranting to Marcel about his injury.

"I know right... but you know me so well Marcel, I hate to be sitting there, while my friends are playing football, all of that because my stupid behavior at the training, I earned a lesson of that, I need to stop bragging myself about how high I can jump, shit." Marco said sipping on his bottle of beer.

"Bro, you really can't make a difference on what happened on yesterday, what happened happened, it's all of that, just be cautious on next time you wanna impress your friends." Marcel fooled his friend around, winking his eye.

"Yes, a very funny brilliant attempt of yours to earn a laugh from me." Marco ranted with a pouting face.

"Can you at least try to smile, show some interest in our conversation."

"But I am... I'm talking to you."

"Okay, forget it Reus, let's switch of subject then. "

"As you wish."

"Hey, what happened with Mikhi and this girl, the makeup artist."

"I have no idea and I'm not interest on to know if something came out from their first meeting." An annoyed Marco said as she raised up from the sofa and headed his footsteps at the direction of the terrace.