Thursday, May 15, 2008
i anticipated him to shoot.
giving my best shot, i sprinted n slided.
i got the ball, but its deflected in.
but the concern wasn't with the goal.
i clutched onto my ankle, growling painfully.
"i'll not be playing soccer anymore." i mumbled. those close to me shld hav heard barh?
i broke the lower part of my fibula, close to the ankle.
was admitted to NUH the next day and was imformed i needed an op to recover. i tried to hold back those tiny droplets. but i cant. the muscles around my eyes were taken over by an alien force. Floodgates opened the more i wanted them to close. Well, tts the first time my dad seen me in this plight. I knew he felt guilty. He told my mom tt he regretted. Regretted introducing me to the beautiful game.
i was devastated to know the state of my dad's mental health. i didnt want him to get any more remorseful.I had to be strong. aft the op, i told him : "bu yao wu liao la..ti qiu shi wo de ming..zhe ci jiao duan, shi wo zi ji de cuo.. i will be back playing soccer by december!"
thats what i told him.
non verbally, deep down, my heart was crying. I couldnt imagine life without this wonderful sport. i broke down. COME ON, NO MORE SOCCER?
Everynight, i cried. This isn't about the pain. Its the prospect of letting go a special part of my life- Soccer.
The remarks of those 'wei wo hao' de relatives didnt help. They were motivated to exocise soccer from my brain.
Well. Of course they failed. Soccer is all but in the brain. Its in something similar in size to my fist. They couldnt locate it.
i was discharged 2days later.
it was diagnosed that i needed a year to return to soccer n 3 more months to walk.
Of course i was sad. i couldnt accept the fact! why me? why me why me? God had confiscated my confidence, my passion, my heart.........
I dun really care about the physical handicap, i really dun care! All i ever cared, was my involvement in the beautiful game. I felt helpless for the first time in 15years. i wanted to kill myself, i wanted to end all this sufferings..
Drogba's goal that sent Manchester United home called for my head.
i was close to giving up.
I was making my way home after watching my friends playing soccer when i saw X ( i dun wish to reveal.soccer fren.)
He couldnt believe his eyes when he saw me in this state.We chatted awhile and when its time for me to head home, he said "Must Takecare, friend. I wait for u recover, play soccer again. "
I'm certainly not gay, but i felt like hugging him. First time a guy told me to tc.
He reignited my confidence, my passion and revived my heart!
Smiling, i gestured a 'good' sign. I can't die, theres this guy who believed i will be back! I couldnt disappoint him!
I figured that god was giving me a test.
I needed to train hard during the period, in order to be strong!
One legged push ups. Leg lifts. I even 'walked' with clutches everyday down at the void decks everyday. Falling down occasionally, i kept in mind that soccer was waiting for me, there was someone believed that i could do it! Emo-ing became a thing of the past.
(waisiong, now understand why i clutches so pro? haha.)
Indulging in calcium tablets sped up my recovery. With hard work and a bit of luck, i managed to recover and walk inside 1 month!
Its a miracle i must say,
Yap Ai(my physiotherapist) says im 'power'! L0L.
I reunited with soccer in the very same year.
Nothing is imppossible.
Anyway, i broke it on 15th of May 2007.
I am back..
giving my best shot, i sprinted n slided.
i got the ball, but its deflected in.
but the concern wasn't with the goal.
i clutched onto my ankle, growling painfully.
"i'll not be playing soccer anymore." i mumbled. those close to me shld hav heard barh?
i broke the lower part of my fibula, close to the ankle.
was admitted to NUH the next day and was imformed i needed an op to recover. i tried to hold back those tiny droplets. but i cant. the muscles around my eyes were taken over by an alien force. Floodgates opened the more i wanted them to close. Well, tts the first time my dad seen me in this plight. I knew he felt guilty. He told my mom tt he regretted. Regretted introducing me to the beautiful game.
i was devastated to know the state of my dad's mental health. i didnt want him to get any more remorseful.I had to be strong. aft the op, i told him : "bu yao wu liao la..ti qiu shi wo de ming..zhe ci jiao duan, shi wo zi ji de cuo.. i will be back playing soccer by december!"
thats what i told him.
non verbally, deep down, my heart was crying. I couldnt imagine life without this wonderful sport. i broke down. COME ON, NO MORE SOCCER?
Everynight, i cried. This isn't about the pain. Its the prospect of letting go a special part of my life- Soccer.
The remarks of those 'wei wo hao' de relatives didnt help. They were motivated to exocise soccer from my brain.
Well. Of course they failed. Soccer is all but in the brain. Its in something similar in size to my fist. They couldnt locate it.
i was discharged 2days later.
it was diagnosed that i needed a year to return to soccer n 3 more months to walk.
Of course i was sad. i couldnt accept the fact! why me? why me why me? God had confiscated my confidence, my passion, my heart.........
I dun really care about the physical handicap, i really dun care! All i ever cared, was my involvement in the beautiful game. I felt helpless for the first time in 15years. i wanted to kill myself, i wanted to end all this sufferings..
Drogba's goal that sent Manchester United home called for my head.
i was close to giving up.
I was making my way home after watching my friends playing soccer when i saw X ( i dun wish to reveal.soccer fren.)
He couldnt believe his eyes when he saw me in this state.We chatted awhile and when its time for me to head home, he said "Must Takecare, friend. I wait for u recover, play soccer again. "
I'm certainly not gay, but i felt like hugging him. First time a guy told me to tc.
He reignited my confidence, my passion and revived my heart!
Smiling, i gestured a 'good' sign. I can't die, theres this guy who believed i will be back! I couldnt disappoint him!
I figured that god was giving me a test.
I needed to train hard during the period, in order to be strong!
One legged push ups. Leg lifts. I even 'walked' with clutches everyday down at the void decks everyday. Falling down occasionally, i kept in mind that soccer was waiting for me, there was someone believed that i could do it! Emo-ing became a thing of the past.
(waisiong, now understand why i clutches so pro? haha.)
Indulging in calcium tablets sped up my recovery. With hard work and a bit of luck, i managed to recover and walk inside 1 month!
Its a miracle i must say,
Yap Ai(my physiotherapist) says im 'power'! L0L.
I reunited with soccer in the very same year.
Nothing is imppossible.
Anyway, i broke it on 15th of May 2007.
I am back..
