Memories Of The Hospital...

Plz Dont Try This At Home Or In Your School Grounds....

Umm Well,It all started when we had this 11th vs 12th match in our school the other day.The match was scheduled after school,12th were really strong but we wernt bad.

The match started and predictably 12th had the upper hand.We preferred to play on the counter-attack like fucking Manchester City and i had to play in a very familiar role of a lone striker and our strategy was to play on the break and long balls where my strength and aeriel ability could be employed to set up quick counter attacks ,However we really were unable to get a foothold into the game my in my desperation i remember tackling the opposition defender (quite a few times).Few words were exchanged and nothing more.We couldnt have much poccession simply because we wernt good enough and needless to say, 12th were dominating.I did my share of running and tackling and chances were few and far and the game was congested in midfield as we put lots of bodies behind the ball.We did have a break-on once or twice but nothing really materialised,we were getting desperate because we knew that it was a matter of time before they score and after that it would a question of how many.

I hoped a tackle or a run by anyone would spur the team on,but i could see shoulders drooping and then came a chance.Utkarsh played a glorious 1-2 with Vignesh and the ball was passed to Sagnik who crossed the ball to the near post.I gave the ball back to him and continued my run and he crossed again.The cross was deflected and it came wierdly at me.I tried an overhead bicycle kick but the space was limited because there was a defender very near me which gave me very less space to fee my legs hence i had to fold my left leg in mid-air.I landed on my ankle which had twisted and i heard a sickening crack like a dry twig getting snapped.
Everything was a blur from then on.

I wont talk bout the physical pain cause thats all too obvious,the physical pain was undoubtedly unbearable but people often underestimate the mental trauma associated with the injury like this .You feel empty with a feeling of hopelessness sorrounding you.There was uncertainity over if i would ever walk or play football again and the thought of the impending operation scared the shit out of me and all you do to kill time is look at the fan going round and round, till the end of time.

There is a feeling of guilt for doin the stupid stupid bicycle thing and feeling of the reality which shrieked out that even a single mistake and your life can be fucked beyond repair.Feelings of insecurity and helplessness were pretty evident and you feel distanced from the so called "normal" people.You also live that horrible moment again and again and and hear the sound of your bone snapping into two.

That day is saw Eduardo suffer an identical injury as me.My heart goes all out for him, and hope you recover soon !