"You sure you going to join that football team?" Callejo's roomate, Mike Hunter asks with worry. "What if your parents find out? They'll have you killed."
"I don't have a choice, I can't keep going like this." Callejo points to his books. "This is not what I want." He then picks up his football boots and says, "This is what I love, what I want to do, my dreams, my passion, my everything. I have to go, you have to cover for me in case my parents come, okay? Please."
"I'll try my best, but they come here to check on you every month. Better return quick after training, I can't help you if they really catch you with a full football kit and boots." Mike warns Callejo.
It's Monday morning as Callejo packs his stuff up, getting ready to join the football team tryouts. He crosses the street to the football pitch. As he saw the wide green field, and knowing himself there was nothing stopping him, he finally felt free, he could finally play football without worrying getting punished by his parents.
Callejo saw a middle-aged man with a big suit standing next to the bench, he was like the ones Callejo saw in football matches that he secretly watched under the blankets as a kid, he could quickly tell that that man was the manager. He ran with excitement towards the bench.
"Sorry kid, we don't sign surveys here." the first thing the manager said as he saw Callejo came over.
"No, no, I came for the tryouts." Callejo answered.
"You sure kid? We don't pay expenses for injuries here. Better head back to school, we don't want no trouble here." the manager says with an ice cold face.
"Give me a chance, I will prove it to you." Callejo replies with confidence.
"Alright kid, but this is your only go, you mess up, you don't show up here again" the manager smirked as he gave Callejo that chance, thinking there was no way he was going to do well.
"What's your name, kid"
"Oh it's Callejo, Alex Callejo. How do I greet you, gaffer?"
"It's Mr. Font."
"RIGHT LADS, GATHER ROUND!" Mr Font shouts as he gathers the players for the tryouts. "Remember, for you new ones, you do good today, you're in the team. If u don't, and I don't care if you're having an injured knee or a cold, you're out." He says as he looks straight at Callejo.
They played an 8 a side game. The whole team was in shock as Callejo dribbled past a whole team and blasts the ball straight to the top corner of the net, leaving the keeper flat on the ground. He was feeling it, Callejo felt freedom, he felt the passion, he finally felt the football he always wanted to play.
"Who is that?" Team captain, John Rey asks Mr Font.
"I don't know man, some college kid, but he's good." Impressed Mr Font had his jaw dropped after watching Calejo's spectacular display.
"HEY, CALLEJO! GET HERE!" Mr Font calls Callejo to come over.
"Yes, Mr Font?"
"Be here every afternoon 3pm" Mr Font as he passes Callejo a training kit and a match kit.
"I'm in? Really?" Callejo couldn't keep a straight face.
"What, you're not willing to join?"
"No, I mean yes, I'm willing to join. THANK YOU MR. FONT!"
Callejo returned to his dorm with a huge smile on his face. He laid down on his bed looking up to the ceiling, smiling and laughing randomly.
"You got in, didn't you?" Mike as he came out from his shower.
"How'd you know?" Callejo asks.
"Never seen you this happy before, what other result could it be" Mike laughs.
"Yes indeed, today is the best day of my life" Callejo says with a smile brighter than the stars.