They say, there's a world hidden in every moment of life. Don't know about life, but on the football field one can easily live a lifetime in the few seconds he has the ball in his feet. I, too, feel the same. The moment the ball comes to me, it's an altogether a transition. I forget myself, I forget the world behind me. The only thing I can see is the ball and the defender approaching me to end that moment.

I may be physically tired at the end of a hectic day. May be even mentally tired thinking of the defect fixes, the design comments and what not. But when that moment arrives, magically all the tiredness disappears. Suddenly there is energy to run, to shove and if required to push. Two thought processes start in the brain which run concurrently. One - a path finder from my current position to the goal and the other - passively listening for the approaching defender to attempt so that I can send him the wrong way.
The one who masters control over these thought threads is the true footballer. The only mistake I make is alongwith forgetting the world I even forget my team mates and their positions. This is what makes me give incorrect passes and break the attack.
Good learning so far. I have learned what I need to learn to be a footballer.
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