Playing For Manchester United

The match featured Manchester United against an unknown or more precisely unrecognized team, at least to me because, (I’ll reveal it in the later part for not recognizing the opponent). Manchester United was one man down with only ten players in the field. I was among the spectators seated in the front row where I could easily and clearly see Rooney, Van Der Sar, Ferdinand and others.

I don’t remember who it was but he dribbled the ball past several defenders and into the opponent’s D-box where he was eventually brought down. The referee blew his whistle and pointed to the penalty spot. Manchester United

had now a chance to go one nil up and the team mates started whispering to each other so as to decide who is to take the kick. Ryan Giggs placed the ball on the spot. The penalty spot was very well visible and I found myself in the ground dressed in red jersey and white shorts amidst Manchester United

players. The pitch then did not look like one of those in Europe but it rather looked like a local football ground, less grassy and much stony. I was then thinking of taking the penalty kick as there was no Ronaldo who always stepped up whenever Manchester United was granted a penalty. I had in mind that Ronaldo is no more playing for Manchester United and he’s already been transferred to Real Madrid in a whopping sum of money which left the world of football in awe.

I thought to myself, I would kick the ball in the right corner and I also thought I would kick the ball so hard that if the keeper dived to the right direction, my pace would beat him, I could even visualize the ball kissing the back of the net with a swift and spongy touch. At the same time, I was also wondering if I could successfully convert the spot kick and then I took a long deep breathe to control the hysteria caused by nervousness. But at that very moment,

Ferdinand came running towards me, dashing me aside to stop me from taking the kick. Every other team mates also thought, I would not be able to convert the spot kick, though I was confident in myself. Other

team mates whom I don’t clearly remember agreed to Ferdinand and I was denied to take the kick. After a mutual consent everyone opted for Ryan Giggs to take the penalty kick.

The whistle blew;

Ryan Giggs drew a couple of steps back and positioned himself. He started his gallop and finally kicked the ball. To a great astonishment, he kicked the ball way up above the goal post and thus missed the golden

opportunity of leading the score table.

After that I don’t remember anything, because my sleep was disrupted and I was dreaming.

At least I played for the Red Devils, doesn’t matter to me if I only played in my dreams but, I pla

yed football with the likes of Ferdinand, Rooney and Giggs for Manchester United. I don’t even realize if it was a Champions League or a Barklay

s Premier League of F.A. Cup or Carling Cup, but I am sure, it was English county.