The Power Of Boots

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The kid starts running with football as various patterns of different shapes arise in his mind mathematically. The change of positions in players and his instincts with them creates tension in his body.As he moves smoothly on the uniformly green cut grass he watches the two coloured T-shirts,one in red and another in black.Himself being in black, he tries to dodge the red jerseys players by curling the football on one side and rotating over it,but still the other team midfielder smiles cunningly towards him as he frustrates him because of is worthless attempt. The kid passed the ball gently towards the other player who passed him back quickly.He turned around cutting the midfielder easily.He runs in charge and takes over single handedly as one man army.He runs against amateur spirited defenders as they move backwards in one line.One of them orders "Don't go near him his cutting skills are excellent". But as the time passes by the options for defence minimize s,one of them accepts the invitation,but is unable to touch the ball because of the dribbling skills of the kid.Curling on one side with left foot he fakes an attempt to shoot,as the last two defenders slide down stretching their legs,but the kid wins the game as he stops the ball at the last moment.By moving sideways,and then in front,the battle is now just between him and goalkeeper. The lost defender's watch behind with hope as the goalkeeper moves towards the kid for the last play.He tries to spot the gap between goalkeeper and the goal. But the hands and legs of the goalkeeper is enormous. The Home crowd and The Home team watch him with hope.He strikes the ball at the last moment which goes curling into the left top corner of the goal.'Yeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh.......is the word echoing in the stadium as the boy can't believe,shuts his eyes,watching the thundering red sky after bending down on knees,taking a deep breadth thanking god for this wonderful goal as his team members gather around him to celebrate the win.Cheers to the kid.He remembered famous lines of school book... Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free Where the world has not been broken into fragments By narrow domestic walls Where words come out from the depth of truth Where tireless striving stretches its arm towards perfection Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit Where mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought an action Into that heaven of freedom, My Father ,let my country awake. In a messed up match where world called him LIONEL MESSI ,the place he played for win. But he wanted to change his name to 'MESSI THE LION'.