Worst Day Of My Life
20/10/18
It was Saturday. I was outside my hotel and waited for Samir to come pick me up so we could go to the Stade Achille Hammerel as we played against US Hostert at 3:00 pm. Samir arrived around 1:45 pm and so we left. We were discussing about the match.
"Do you think we'll win?" I said jokingly.
"Well, if we don't beat the team who has 7 losses in 7 games in the league we should both resign." said Samir and we both started laughing.
"Are we underestimating them a little? Upsets happen all the time in football."
"Well, let's make sure that doesn't happen. The last thing we need is to drop more points."
"Yeah you're right."
As we arrived at the stadium we went to the locker room. I told Samir about how we would play today and with his help, we "fixed" some problems that occurred in our last matches. A short while after the players joined us in the locker room. I explained what we would do differently and thus more successfully. I knew that most of the players didn't have faith in me. They thought I was too young and too inexperienced. I don't think asserting dominance is always a good thing. In order to connect with your players, you have to get in their position and think as they think. I understood why they thought like that and that motivated me to prove them wrong.
The match started at 3:00 pm as it was expected. We saw an attendance of 439 people in the stadium. It was not as good as it sounded though as more than half of the attendees, were supporters of Hostert. Our performance in the league was concerning but still, I was expecting the fans to motivate us. I won't really blame them though, as it's only the start.
We went into half time with a 1 goal lead. At the 18th minute, we had a free kick on almost the left corner area. Thomas Birk whipped one into the far post and after numerous missed interceptions from Hostert, David Silva pushed the ball into an open net. The visitors had no shots at all which made me even happier with the performance. 59 minutes in the game our captain Daniel Da Mota had to be subbed off as he suffered a pulled calf muscle. 13 minutes after, Kevin Nakache capped a woeful performance with a second yellow card after an extremely idiotic and unneeded foul. Thankfully at the brink of the match Humbert headed the ball in the net from a tight near post angle, giving us the win against the bottom team of the league.
After I congratulated the players, I hasted to go home as I had forgotten my phone and thus wasn't able to call dad. As soon as I entered my hotel room, the phone rang. It said Unknown Caller but I still answered.
Me: "Hello?"
A female voice answered
Unknown: "Hello, I would like to speak with Mr. Mats Kool if possible."
Me: "That's me, how can I help you?"
I thought it was weird. I was sure it wasn't any advertisement of some sort as they would have already started talking about their product
Unknown: "I am calling from the Ikazia Hospital. Your father suffered a heart attack earlier this afternoon."
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Scott: Every journey has difficulties. In this one they are a lot. But Mats won't give up!Justice: We just need some time. Then things will work out!