It was a cold rainy evening. My father came to my soccer training centre with his eyes full of anger. He told my coach that I will never make my way back to the training centre and he was dropping my coaching. My coach tried to convince him but he wasn't ready to listen to him... I cried and threw tantrums at him but he never considered my pleads and dragged me home. I was shouting and orjing as my father dragged me to home. I did Love football to my core but my father never wanted me to play football, He always wanted me to become a doctor. But I always wanted to be a football player. Next day he took me to ALLENSAPTRE (my math zuition centre). He took this decision because I didn't perform. well in my exams as I was practising for my
