IL TUNNEL Aveva trascorso i suoi ultimi anni all'inferno e ora si trovava seduto all'interno dello spogliatoio, ascoltando le ultime indicazioni prima della partita. La sua ultima partita.
In the past it was a good left wing, used to run continuously on the wing, attacking and defending, for only ninety minutes that made him feel truly alive.
He began as a child when his father had Having regard to steal the ball to his older brother, trying to hit it even a little uncoordinated, but full of strength and willingness to learn.
Then there was the inclusion of youth in Landsford Town and now the first achievements and won regional competitions. A path that any football kid wanted to do.
Years later, Ronnie Taylor greeted his family and his city, to reach the Major League means a great sacrifice, with the hope of living his dream and soon to revise his parents and his brother.
There was a special relationship between the two brothers had never been separated for more than a few days, and at that moment it seemed that you were breaking the spell. He, more impenetrable, he saw his older brother crying, while the hand mentioned a greeting, knowing that, far from home and from all points of reference, there were moments when it would burst into tears for no reason.
Then finally came the day of onset in the top flight, wearing the yellow-blue Waltersons United, a bit 'embarrassed and insecure, he did a brilliant performance. A couple of inaccurate passes, one goal wrong, but some good shot on goal. More importantly, the movements in the field were right and the coach was retained satisfied.
Over time and hard training, improved performance and Ronnie found himself on the nation's most prestigious golf and Europe . It was not won many titles and, over the years, the team remained in mid-table or at the most likely to attend some playoff at the end of the championship, with the aim of competing at international level then.
Many were the offers of other clubs to buy the player, but every time he decided to continue to wear the colors of Waltersons. It was the team who had welcomed with great enthusiasm, the fans went mad for him and the company was still firm on their ideals, which contrasted with the laws of the market lot of the modern game. And such was the pride that the left wing of his heart.
Now, however, was different.
Ronnie thought of his thirty-one years and realized that he had never received any great success in the racing field. Certainly there were excellent salary and worship Curve North, but what was missing was his name on some important register of the Federation.
For this reason, in recent years, the depression had taken over and the performance had become increasingly erratic , entire game in which the wind did not take more kicks at goal and seemed weak alternating with brief snapshots and feats they saw Ronnie protagonist of goals impossible or perfect midfield with 1:00 to 2:00, and then place the cross. But they were increasingly rare.
kept thinking of his age and felt old. He saw the young play his movements, and then overcome it. Were the same young people with whom he had learned to have fun, falling in the pleasure of alcohol, parties and beautiful women, almost having to respect the common place of all misunderstood geniuses of English football.
Certainly, the death of his mother and father's illness, which occurred during the past five years, helped him out of the tunnel which was negative in the precipitate. Regretted not thanked them enough for all the sacrifices, for the past two Saturdays at the sports field or in front of the pay-TV, watching his exploits on the age of five years to twenty-four. Too big for him was that he felt the weight inside the huge disarming inability to return back.
The relationship with his brother was still good. You could see as soon as possible and take the opportunity to recover all the lost time. Like the first time, at the time of departure, the largest burst into tears, and the youngest remained impassive. Now, unlike that long breakaway, was easier to avoid the tears escaping to the pub, before a few pints of lager. Swallowing the drink, thought of how bad it was to have lost his degree, and the marriage of that person so close to him, only hoping to get three points or get a draw away from home.
Only a week earlier, with the latest home win, the United Waltersons had gotten the chance to play for the European qualifying competition for the first time in club history. This milestone was reached only by winning the next championship game, which marked the end of the season. Last Ronnie Taylor.
This was decided. He felt old and has long put off goodbye. Maybe not ever ask yourself a target, perhaps to stay long in quell'oblio that by then he was swallowing. Maybe he could give a lot to football, but the decision had been taken.
Avrebbe avuto una sola ed unica occasione per riprendersi gli anni migliori, in cui le sue magie facevano parlare tutti i giornali della nazione. Avrebbe dovuto disputare la migliore partita della sua carriera, da protagonista, trascinando il suo amato Walterson United verso la vittoria sul North Chanters.
La sua ultima possibilità di riscatto, dopo anni buttati via, incorniciati da rimorsi e rimpianti. Lo doveva a se stesso, ai suoi genitori, a suo fratello. Alla squadra, alla società che aveva sempre creduto in lui, anche nei momenti peggiori. A sua moglie. Sì, da poco si erano sposati e questa donna lo aveva fatto rinascere.
He was more convinced than ever and had everything clear in mind, now that the coach invited the team to get up from the benches and take the field.
is through the tunnel leading to the field game, swallowed by the roar of the fans who had completely filled the stage, Ronnie Taylor looked back to his family, the last twenty years of his life as a tear ran down his face.
