The next day I started training like my whole life depended on it (because it kinda did), my whole life's training is soon going to pay off. I started waking up earlier so as to get more training time. My dad got me another coach who taught me discipline and to never quit.
My training was going so well but my nervousness took the best of me when it was a day before the tryouts. I started flopping in training, it was so bad that my coach knew something was wrong because it took me five trials before I could score a free kick from the outside of the box.
Coach John sat me down and told me that even though he had only spent one and a half weeks been my teacher he knows that I have the skill to become the next Ronaldo. He told me I am a mixture of Ronaldo and Messi because I had a natural talent like Messi but I still needed to do a lot of hard work like Ronaldo.
I couldn't sleep at all that night because I was anxious, nervous and happy at the same time. To cut the long story short, I had mixed feelings. Like all that was going through my head was that tomorrow was the "D-DAY".
As I woke up the next morning, I thought I was fine but then the panic attack set in.
I was not myself at all and IT FREAKED ME OUT.