a footballer

I first properly played football at 11 years old. Fourteen years later, through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, I love this game like no other thing I have ever loved. That feeling of that round, hexagonally-stitched ball on the curve of my foot is like a cool bath after a decade-long drought, a warm hug after years of isolation. Yes, a single kick is a blessing. Continue reading a footballer