As I approach the oval I see my friends playing football. They are kicking goals, and having fun. I really want to play with them except I can't. I miss playing football, I miss kicking goals and I miss marking the ball. A tear rolls down my cheek, I wipe my tears away.
Ring, ring! My teacher stops talking to everyone and picks up the phone. Next thing I know my teacher tells me I have to go home. I wonder why I’m going home early? Who is picking me up? Maybe it’s my mum. I hope I don’t have to go back to the doctors, I don’t like it.
My heart is beating like a drum as I wait nervously on the cold hospital bed for the doctor to assess my leg. The doctor appears out of nowhere holding a special prosthetic leg. I am so excited to get a prosthetic leg. I see people using prosthetic leg exercising and training, and playing. That’s exactly what I want to do. My dream is to learn to use my new leg to get me back onto the footy ground.
I go to a special gym to start my recovery journey. Then I continue to practise by walking around the block. Hours pass waiting for the next day for school to begin. I sigh as I wake up putting my school clothes on. I walk into the classroom, waiting for the bell to ring. It feels like ages but then the bell goes for recess. I can finally attempt to play footy and kick some goals. “What I am so bad at football,” I say to myself. I’m as angry as a bees whose nest has been crushed. I used to be so good at footy and now I am terrible.
Everyday after school I practise playing football. All day I practise in my backyard with the two poles. I run with my friends, they throw the ball to me, we kick to each other over and over again. The next time I get on the footy field I am amazing, I kick goals all over the ground, I sprint past my team, I mark the ball jumping high in the air. I will never forget football ever again.
Football fever grips me, I play football forever.