The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
75. The Bad Game

My mother and I rushed home to get on the boat. In angkot I stared with my mother's face. A lethargic old face, but always smiling at me. No anger is spoken just a word of affection that continues to roll.

"Mom, I'm sorryin' key" I approached and hugged Mom. Like a spoiled child to his parents.

"You, I'm sorry. You're innocent anyway" I'm getting sad and leaning my head just to forget about my disappointment. While the guilt continues to be said when I see eyes filled with sincerity from a mother.

"It's lucky that mother, has a filial child like this" said the mothers sitting in front of me.

"Yes, this is my youngest son who is very kind and devoted. I love her so much" Mother kissed me gently on my forehead. I did not feel my tears dripping as I listened to my mother's words.

"You also have a great mother, son, who has always loved you" continued a mother who was already old in front of us.

"True Mom, I'm proud to have such a great mother. Not distinguishing their children from each other. His affection was always numerous and infinite" everyone in the angkot smiled seeing a child and his mother praising each other. If they knew that my mother and I were not related by blood, they loved each other.

At home

Arriving at home there is already a father and Mbak Yeni. You asked me about what happened to me. Mother explained everything without any reduction and advantages.

Father responded well, he gave me advice so that in the future I can maintain emotions. Moreover, later will fight on the field with a variety of properties of cheating fiber. Therefore, being cold-hearted is the way to success.

"Let this new problem be a lesson, so that in the future you can become a better human being"

"Yes sir, sorry for the key that you like to be disappointed in" I hugged both parents who loved me sincerely.

Not to scold me but they are parents who give encouragement and advice so that their children become the best in the future. Even Mbak Yeni also gave me advice. He said he had to learn from this incident and not repeat it again. Football is important, but education is more important.

I listened carefully to all the advice. I ponder and keep it in my heart. Then say goodbye to going home. A quiet atmosphere and back again silent friends.

"It looks like the ball can accompany me" I played while holding a ball.

I'd better play ball, but today wasn't too late. So it is better to play ball in front of the home page. Training with a coach has limits. But practicing alone just to hone those skills is limitless.

I'm proud to use my Asnawi elbow jersey, which I bought yesterday. Carry David's ball and play it alone in the yard. Doing some of the skills that I am an example of a defender of the national team legend. It is difficult easy, but if done diligently and diligently then it does not rule out the possibility we will be able to play like them.

"Ohh, tired too. The sky was hot again. It is better to take a nap" I went into the house to hurry to clean up and then perform worship and sleep on the mattress while hugging the bobo tightly and sleeping towards the dream realm.

"Your steps are still long, the problems that exist today immediately forget. Welcome the time that will come later. And don't forget that you are a great player. Continue to be diligent and diligent in training so that later become a much-loved player"

"Yes cake" grandfather came again, this time a lot of advice was spoken by him. I listened well because all of my grandfather's words were always right. Even he also said that there will be many obstacles that I face. Not one or two, but it will be completely.

"Grandfather, where are you" I woke up from a short nap this afternoon. Staring at the wall clock turned out to be still at half 2. With tired eyes closed back and rest comfortably. Recapture the extinguished dreams and string them together.

"It's nihhh, let's get up. Said you were suspended again"

"Yes, I'm sick" Nike came and went into the room and suddenly grabbed my ear. Apparently he was furious when he heard that I was back in suspension due to a violent mistake.

Ma'am Nike came in with annoyance because she really wanted me to go to the highest school possible. He said if my real mother does not send money then Nike will finance my school until the end.

Nike is angry because she loves me more than anything. And I explained everything to Nike so he knew what was going on

"Don't jewel first mbak, freelin. Key will tell everything to mbak" I kindly expressed the truth to mbak Nike. About the reason why I was suspended for 3 days. Instead of being angry, he hugged me and apologized.

"Key sorryin mbak, hiksss, hikssss" mbak Nike instead cried. And I don't know what's going on with him. I hugged Nike, everyone must be wrong and everyone is not free from mistakes.

"Mbak is not wrong, the wrong key because it can not withstand emotions. Key promised to change even better" The warm embrace of an older brother who loved me as much as his own younger brother.

Passing the days of suspension by training at the club or training by yourself. In the afternoon I trained together at the tarkam club. I am familiar with all the players here. So the exercise is accustomed and has adapted to its environment. Hopefully when the game can do its best.

"Key, every rehearsal is done why don't you go home?" Ask one of my team mates.

"I'm training again" because the exercise is over so we can talk to relieve stress.

It's true that every practice is finished I always do the skills taught by the coach. If I still can't, I'll try. I remember the words of the grandfather who once said not to be satisfied quickly and must remain as calm, diligent and diligent in practicing.

"Yes, but you keep practicing. Training with the coach is over. Aren't you tired of Key? " ask me again.

"A great player is never tired of training, for example Ronaldo and messi the best players in the world. Even though they are great but will still train while I who do not have a degree then have to train more. Who knows how to beat them" I told him with confidence.

"Hahahah, dream you key. To the Indonesian national team has not entered where maybe you become a great player in the world" he said with a loud laugh.

He mocked me as if I couldn't do what the world's best players do. I will prove to him that I can get into the Indonesian national team to become the best player known by many people.

His mockery seemed to increase my spirit to continue practicing. When he came home and almost all the players were home, I kept training tirelessly. Let alone trying a good corner kick style so that it can lead to the goal directly. It's a very difficult thing for me to do, but with effort I certainly can.

"Oh fail again, let's Key focus you can definitely. Kick again" I muttered to encourage myself to do a good kick.

Kicks with concentration, releasing kicks with high focus. Failed to take the ball again, if it still fails again then it must practice again. If I still fail the sign that my training is less persistent and earnest so that it has not got maximum results.

True said grandfather, I must train earnestly in order to get the best results. Great players grow from repeated failures. But great players never give up on that failure even thousands of times.

But the most difficult thing is to meet with David, because it's always the adel to ensnare David that makes him in the shade of him

I'm really sorry to see David but I can't do anything because of his fierce father. I don't even know what's going on in his life.

But let it all pass, his business is his business and my business in life is my business that must be completed at any time and no matter how the origin of everything must be finished.

"The first game I played had to make a memorable memory. Come on key spirit" Self-sustained is my way to be happy.

Until my first match on the tarkam has started. I played in that team freely and freely. There is no pressure to play on the field. But my game declined, probably because the injury problem yesterday made me still lose a lot of balls and my runs are still less fast than the enemy game.

Fortunately, the first game of our team won the game, but I got a strong reprimand from the coach and the majers said my game was not good and there was no development. They scolded me because I was playing mediocre like nothing like the paid-for games before.

"You're the one I paid for, but your game doesn't seem to have any key spirit. If you keep this up then I can break the contract halfway"

I kept my head down silently as the manager scolded me loudly in the dressing room after the game. I could only bow down and accept the reprimand.

"Sorry sir, my game is still not good than before. In this first match, it is a pity that the promise will make an evaluation to improve performance" said I.

I know all the managers in the team want to buy the best quality players. Although still the first game but still have to give the best.

"It is precisely that you must be able to do anything to get your best game as before. I bought you money instead of leaves" He snapped and humiliated me in front of all the friends who were in the locker room after the game.

The manager left us all. They looked at me with a stare. I just shut up and threw my body down to sit on the bench. My hands clenched hard to forget the emotion.

"Key spirit"

"The road is still long, don't forget to keep learning" I nodded as some team mates gave their spirits after the manager's harsh reprimand.

My heart promises that the scorn they give will be the way for my spirit. I will improve my performance in the upcoming matches. The next match will be in two days. So I'll do my best practice.

From the game I did the training and worked hard again to get the best result. In the afternoon I trained to test the speed by running against the bike mbak Yeni.

He drives and I run to continue to get a fast run to help the attack when it manages to get the ball from the opposing team that will attack.

At school I tried to train in the barn, on the field and everywhere to play football. And on the occasion I met coach Alam to get input for the mistakes I made in the team tarkam in the first game.

"Remember the key, your mistake is not to be remembered, but to be respected. Because tomorrow you will compete for the 2nd match. I hope you play again but reduce the mistakes"

"Good coach, but what if the appearance is ugly for sure they will replace me back Coach" In my heart there is still anxiety for fear of my ugly appearance.

If they forcefully eject me from the team, then my chances of flying higher will be forfeited. It would even eliminate my chance glimpsed by the national team coach.

"You play with your heart, without any pressure, even outside of many problems, but you must be able to forget it" Cocah Alam again advised me well.

"How to play without the coach's burden" There's a lot of fear in me, it turns out that being a contract player in a game is not easy to just train, compete and get a salary. It turns out that it was all so wrong.

A lot of pressure because it demands to play the best. If not, it will be taken from the team. It was different when I played for school. There was no pressure whatsoever even though I was a reserve player.

"Play as if you were playing for yourself. Make the game as your toy as a child and enjoy every kick of the ball then you will be calm in playing" I nodded in understanding with the explanation given by coach Alam. I hope tomorrow I can play my best without disappointing.

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