A common story
As I grew up with my family I realized that all the dolls and all the toys did not seem as entertaining as a soccer ball, that instrument with which I could communicate better, smile faster, but also cry more. For this reason, my parents enrolled me in a holiday soccer course.
I stood out in this activity I met new friends, while they argued about girls' fights and how they are, I confronted others for trying who could play as Messi, Pelé, Ronaldinho, the greats of football. They did not make fun of me because I did what they were afraid to try.
As time passed and passed, I get to have a certain love of football. I did not only do it because of my other friends, I did it because I liked it, I enjoyed the sport in which with a single ball, a pair of posts that served as a goal and a group of friends.................... If you want to read the full story click here please.

















































