He must have been 8 or 9 years of age. He did not even have proper football gear. As he dribbled the football with ease, I approached him with an air of overconfidence. Just a new kid around the block, I thought, oblivious of the skill-set.
As I stepped forward to tackle and gain possession, he did a glorious step over. The ball passed through between my legs. Nutmegs are considered humiliating in football. However, this one made me proud. Proud of the raw talent we have. Proud of the possibilities it offers. Proud of the hope it ignites.
