The Footballer

Chapter 5

☆At the football club ☆

*I walked to Rugge and the rest of the guys.*

??: Hey dude!

Jorge: Diego! Ey how are you?

Diego: I'm fine man, after you ruined everything for me, I'm fine.

Jorge: Why'd keep reminding me that?

Diego: Because before this game I had 6 requests for football teams but after the game only 1 club was interested in me. One. I mean you can count that on one hand. That is not a good sighn.

Jorge: You should tell me about it. Before I ruined everything I had 7 scholarships. And now I have non. You can't even count that on a hand. It's to small for being a number. And then there is a witch who thinks she is everything and that I couldn't do anything about it. And you know what she was right. I couldn't do anything about it but she could. I told her to not come and what did she do she did come.

Diego: Look man, I know you're angry and I understand. But right there on that moment people only saw you running on the field with the ball. They didn't saw the witch. Whatever you keep saying, no-one will believe it. Because they didn't saw what you saw.

Jorge: And still I got the blame on everything. "Jorge you ruined our big game, Jorge you ruined a lot of requests of football clubs. Jorge you ruined your own scholarship. Jorge you ruined... Just everything." I'm getting the blame on everything and I can't take it anymore. I had the blame from my ex, a weird pizza girl, people from my team - And I thought that people in your team should support you- but nothing. No- one just ever said: "Jorge, I know it was wrong but you did your best so there's nothing more you could do."

Diego: I feel you dude. I know it's hard but you have to move on. You will always be in everyone's mind. In a good or bad way.

Jorge: I know but I just would like it if there's anyone who can give a compliment instead of criticism.

??: Am I interrupting you?

<at the same time>

Diego: Oh no ofcourse not.

Jorge: Well you actually did.

*We were looking at each-other. I mean we were in a serious conversation about my beautiful life. And no- God damn. I really should do something about that girly thing.*

Diego: Jorge, this is Fran. He is my best friend and he wanted to play football with us so... Here he is.

Jorge: Yo I'm Jorge. But why did I have to come?

Fran: Well because I'm your biggest fan. I loved it how you walked alone to the goal. And you know you couldn't do anything about it because you're not that good. So... actually I'm not a big fan.

Jorge: Man! Why does everyone hate me. I mean, yes ofcourse we could've win but we didn't. Except that. *I walked away. Away of them. Away of all the criticism people are giving to me. *

Diego: If you walk away, it means you are okay with losing and that you are okay with this. People taring you down.

Jorge: I'm not. And you know that. And I thought we were friends. I mean this is not what you are suppost to say to a friend. You have to support a friend. You said by yourself that people are taring me down. And so did you. With that one sentence... You ruined everything for me.

Fran: Well congrats cuz now you are feeling what the whole country thinks.

Jorge: Can I ask you something?

Fran: Sure.

Jorge: Did you came here for fun or because you want to learn how to play real football?

Fran: Both. But if I knew you would come... I wouldn't even have thought about it.

Jorge: So you are saying that you partly came to learn things from us. Why are you taring me down? You can't even play football. You came for advise. Well I will give you some. If you want that people are going to like you. Keep doing what you always did. Unfriendly and taring people down. I'm out of here.

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Hey guys! What do you think so far?
By the way I'm Marit what is your name?