Cristian

It was 2005 and I think I was about ten; thinking of a dream and aspirations on which I had no clue… happy to be me, following a carless life in which I had no sonata. I initiated a path with a ball some cleats and red crew. Its life, its passion, it’s the intensity I want and heart throbbing moments I need. I belonged to the lifestyle and it was to be eternally mine. I love it, sweat it, and praise through it all. Dread no icon and fear no opponent, I will play through each and every one of them with a striving purpose and an exhilarating heart. It’s a sinking drug and there’s no rehab for this one. Place your body against the pitch and fight your stress away. Resulting in Symphonies of memorable moments and slow motion picture frames, I capture them all for the memory lane scrap book. It has a principle and gives me something to look forward to. It requires liability and ambition baby, it’s not for all and some just can’t seem to grasp the momentum of the ball. You can see it in the eyes and feel it in the soul. Stay hungry and you’re certain to succeed. Sure there are some sign affects like swelling muscles and heartbreaks but its all part of the plan; it later leads to resting modestly and dreaming masses. Eat, sleep, and stay humble to it; it will ease any pressure and erase any sorrow. Many don’t notice it but it can go a long way, building character and shaping lives. Every pass, dribble and kick is a gateway to a sweet bitter disposition. No matter the weather, time, or location it has the power to bring any nationality together. The game is the ruler; deciding to either bring you to your knees or making you a victorious idol. It doesn’t or will ever discriminate any shape, size, color, or ethnicity. Does it compare to any other ideal sport? Well shit, what other sport do you know that makes you annihilate force upon your bones right down to the marrow? Which other sport do you know that keeps your heart running at a jump starting pace for 45 minutes? Which other sport do you know that holds no wimpy equipment throughout a whole game? It’s simply one of a kind, no replacement and no equivalents  … Man do I love the sport, there’s nothing more wondrous than a ball at your feet and a group of ground clinching teammates hunting down an untouchable goal with same triumphing thirst. Don’t stop until you have it at legs reach and then just simply blast your ambition away to victory.  It’s the golden culture of our world since its first originality. The world has no meaning?  Nah bruh, soccer is life <3.