It was the 2006 world cup when I first watched football. A bald man was taking a set-piece then number 12 kicked the ball in the net "Goooooaaalllllll!" said a man from the television, my father was jumping around the house with his friends he saw me; exclaimed "you could be like him", that was my father's dream to become a footballer always talking about the spot but something was holding him back. My father had cancer he died from skin cancer after his death I started to study football and join the primary team's, analyzing, watching games every weekend, knowing the history, formation, reading books, finding the perfect position. It was difficult I tried centre forward, central defensive midfield, playing on the wings. I finally found it, playing central attacking midfield or second striker.
My School was always just stupid baggage, weighing me down and wasting time to practice the teachers always saying to my mother," he's an amazing student he needs to stop putting so much time into football", taking my GSCE and finally leaving that annoying school and getting an okay grade and I was now attending Patcham High School; my mother had other plans sending me to a private high school now we had to move from Brighton to Canterbury I was attending The King's school.
The first day
This is a boarding school" all I heard when she was packing my stuff in the van with a senseless face, talking back to my mother, was impossible when she made up her mind that was it, so know after finish packing, "We arrived," she said leaving the vehicle; I went to registrar my name and was stopped by the student council one of them yelled, " No fade, no sneakers and no accessory". As he kept talking about how I was breaking so much school rules," Do you guys have a football team" I said, "yes we do but no one wants to join it anyways you have registered. "
A/N: I know it was just dialogue I have to set up the plot first