Chasing the ball

Part 2

  Nicolas opened his eyes in a hospital room, and saw his dear wife Patricia and their son lying beside him.
Are you ok dad? The child asked.
His mother tried to hide her sorrow but failing at it, demanded an answer, what were you doing? Playing football?
Nicolas, still dazed by the anesthesia, replied, he was the best friend I ever had.
Sometimes I think I killed him. We locked the ball like maniacs, and then, he died.
His heart, stopped.

During the rehab Nicolas remained silent about the subject. But his wife inquired him daily. One day, he confessed. 
I was coming from work and I saw a football field under the freeway. Stopped the car and remained there, watching. When someone asked if I could play. I said yes. 
Then Nicolas got lost in his speech and remained silent. Patricia hugged her husband after watching his eyes got wet.
What is it with, honey? Are you ok?

That night, Nicolas dreamt about the second time he witnessed a glorious fifa world cup with the Wedneys's football dudes.
At that time, the world cup was for Nicholas an excuse to eat and drink, at least at that moment. Other members of the group felt anger or anguish at defeats or after a bad performance of the national team.
Peter would always say, I love watching them play. 
They are the only team I will ever have. I don't care if they win or lose.
I'll cheer  and support them anyway. Forever and ever. 

During breakfast in the next day, Nicolas saw the newspaper and realized, he would see the next world cup with his son. And something, changed.
With the help of a crutch, Nicholas started walking on his own again, and for almost two years he would spend  all his sundays watching his son playing ball. 
One day while driving back from one of his son's matches, Nicolas told the youung one, 
I'm gonna tell you a secret. Don't tell mom or else, she is gonna be mad with me.
His son, listened curious.
I want to reunite the friends I played football with. And, start playing again.
The boy, laughed.