#4: The First Assist?
Hopefully, I'll play my début today. It's our first match of the pre-season, and strangely the last, too, and I wanted a bit of the action before diving into the Premier League. But I couldn't seem to get Adebayor off my mind. I didn't want it to distract me, but every now and again, it'd crop up in my head. That lazy, jealous son of a bitch is amazing at mind games, I'll have to admit. But why is he playing mind games with me, of all people?
Before the line-up was announced, we had another training session. No one will know how relieved I was when I saw that Adebayor wasn't in the session. I literally started dancing for about 10 seconds, before seeing him arrive late. Damn! So close. The training was average, I was just hoping Adebayor wouldn't be in the first team - that was if I was. Playing football with him is one thing, but at least 45 minutes on the bench with him would be living hell.
The team line-up was revealed to us an hour or so before the match. Hugo, Kyle, Younes, Jan, Leighton was making his début. Hopefully he wasn't the only one. Etienne, another débutant - maybe that's a good sign, Paulinho - yet another débutant. And there it was. Christian Eriksen. I screamed 'YES!' at the top of my lungs, receiving a few funny looks from other players, but then I saw something else. Emmanuel Adebayor. For god sake! Why did I have to play behind him? Luckily, there's another striker - Wilfried Zaha - so I'll just include him in the game, not Adebayor. Oh, and there was Nacer Chadli.
The next hour went extremely quickly. Before I knew it, I was walking onto the pitch. I don't even care that it was in America, called the Buck's Jaw Stadium or something like that,, it was my début. My first ever game as a Tottenham Hotspur player. Fans would be there. As would Emmanuel Adebayor. Damn! Why couldn't I forget about that? I had a perfect frame of mind, and if Adebayor's mind games happen to hinder my performance today, I'll be giving him a piece of mine.
The fans were applauding like crazy. Not at me, not yet. As I walked further onto the pitch, the commentator screamed my name, and the stadium erupted. I was living the dream. The dream I had since I was just 4 years old. I forgot about all the issues. All the worrying. I was gonna be fine. After the final two players were introduced, the match kicked off. We started quickly, as Wilfried passed in my direction. My natural instinct was to run forward - I wasn't sure if that was the Tottenham way. Even if it wasn't, it seemed to go my way, as there were 4 players I could possibly pass to. Adebayor - no thanks, Zaha - but was marked by many defenders, Paulinho - but he was behind me. Then there was Chadli. Completely free, but further away. I went for the pass. Luckily for me, it reached him. It was all down to new signing Nacer Chadli to decide whether we get the first goal...
But again, nice update and I seriously hope Eriksen does better than Ozil in mine -_-
