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Title; MY FINAL YEAR LOVE.

The match has gotten to the last 15mins and we are 2nill down in what is our first ever final match in the FIFA world cup competition. We couldn’t believe our eyes as the center referee point to the penalty spot after the Uruguan striker willingly dive to the ground as if he was hit by a speed train. I can’t believe the same ref who had earlier gave two penalties to the Uruguans which resulted in their two goal lead will dip his hand into his pocket giving our left central back his marching order. Red card! For what? The guy wasn’t even the last man. This is a prove this FIFA won’t allow an African nation talkless of Nigeria to win the prestigious FIFA world cup.

Our coach was furious and all of us on the bench feel like protesting but it matters not as the penalty is well taken by the Uruguan striker who is now on hat-trick. He again put our goal keeper who has been jumping here and ther like a castrated mosquito the wrong way, again. 3nill with one man down, less than 15mins to the regular time, the game is all but over. A change is expected from our coach to substitute either a midfielder or our lone striker (who has done nothing in the match but to dress his hair every now and then) for a defender to prevent a total humiliation.

I, a young striker who made the team as a result of my performance in the previous year’s world youth tournament has giving up hope of ever apperaring in the tournament. I was already lost in thinking when I heard the voice of my coach “Williams”! Come over here and show the world how strong we are coming back next four years. I couldn’t believe my ears but quickly jump up removing the bench bib that I was putting on and now fully kitted. The assistant referee raise the changing bar with my number (32) in green and that of our left winger in red. I thought, does coach want to play on the left side? My left leg is not as strong compare to my right.

Coach: listen Williams, I’m using you as my free man now

Me: What does that mean sir?

Coach: It means you are free to play any whereon the pitch

Me: Okay sir

Coach: Tell Okowacour lone striker) it’s over to you guys now.

The coach then send a sign to the captain and the rest of the team which mean they should withdraw. I ecstatically entered the pitch knowing I’m now the youngest player to ever represent my country in the tournament. To my surprise, the crowds all stood up clapping as I entered the pitch, some singing using my name “You did it in Sydney you can do it here, you did it with Chelsea, you can do it here, go Williams go, go Africa go”. I immediately felt adrenalin running my body; chasing the ball as if my life depends on it. The singing was still going on when their last defender receiving a pass from their goal keeper tried to nutmeg me, but missed his step and instead hit the ball sideway, I saw the opportunity and remembered my coach’s word “use your speed” he said. I ran after the ball, looked up and I saw their goalkeeper was already on me with Okowa shouting at his back “I’m free boy!, ball!, ball!!, ball!!!. I hit the leather made white coloured round object with my right foot and the ball went directly to Okowa’s waiting right leg who made no mistake in sending the ball to the back of net from just 6yards. Goal! We scored. I was expecting a running jubilation from Okowa, but he instead run inside the goal, pick the ball and run towards the center pass using his hand to tell me to follow. It was then I remembered we were still two goals down with 10mins to go at regular time.

The match continued with Uruguans passing the ball around, to which they got a goal attempt from the powerful header of their powerful striker who headed the ball towards the far post from a perfect cross from the left wing. But our goalkeeper did well this time around clipping the ball between his palms and immediately sending the ball like a missile far beyond the center line towards the waiting Okowa who after some moves forward a pass to my very self who has a defender to go through and boom! I was already rolling on the floor; I did not even know what happened until I heard my captain shouting “you wan kill him? wetin happen na?

Then Okowa was beside me saying, “O boy get up, there is no time, he already gave the free kick”. I stood up perfectly okay as the free kick was about to be taken by our captain. I stood in the box with others running here and there. The ball was kicked and before I know what’s going on I felt a push from behind and as I was trying not to fall the ball hit my head and deflected to the far corner of the post. Goal! I just scored! 3-2 and said to myself, Liverpool versus AC Millan is happening all over again. You cannot hear your words anymore as the cheers and jeers from the crowd are overwhelming. The match continues and we go an equalizer from a corner kick by one of our fill backs who headed the ball beyond their goalkeeper’s reach at the end of regular time 90mins. Wao! I can’t believe this is happening. The assistant referee signifies additional 3minutes of injury time but I wish the match ends by 90mins. The Uruguans are now playing at a very high tempo to which they hit the woodwork in the space of 1min. 30secs to go and the ball got to my leg through a direct pass from our goalkeeper. I kept moving with the ball speeding along as I only have the goalkeeper to beat. He kept moving towards me and approach speedily as I get towards the edge of the box, I dribbled to the right side, and immediately lose control but struggled to hit the ball towards the goal before another boom! I’m on the floor again. But this time, it’s a penalty.

I received hailing from my team mate with shout of jubilation from the crowd. Our bench has already stood up as our captain is about to take what will be the kick of our life! The referee blew and he kicked the ball so hard but it hit the goalkeeper’s waiting leg.

Episode 2

Fortunately, the ball deflected towards my waiting head, to which I direct towards the left side of the net and boom! It’s in the net. We’ve won! I was carried by my team mates shouting and dancing round the field.

I felt something entering my eyes from the sprayed champagne when I heard my roommate voice, “oh boy, you no go wake?, your phone done ring like a hundred times, you can sleep o, for afternoon fa”. And that was how I woke up, I checked the time it’s already 4pm and before I could stood my phone rang again

Oh; it’s mum

Me: Hello ma, good evening

Mum: Hello, and where Have you been since! I’ve called severally but…

Me: I’m sorry ma, I was sleeping

Mum: Sleeping at this time of the day? You didn’t go to class?

Me: No ma, we’ve not started lectures proper.

Mum: Okay, have you gotten the money I sent you?

Me: (cho! She sent me money?) No ma, I…

Mum: Check your messages, I just send 20 thousand naira

Me: Wao! (20 thousand is lot of money coming from my mum). Thanks mum

Mum: Don’t thank me, it’s daddy Orire that sent it to you

Me: Wao! That man is really nice o

Mum: Yes, and you have to call him now and show your appreciation.

Me: But I don’t have his number

Mum: I’ll send it to you now

Me: Okay ma

Mum: I’ll also need you to send me how much you’ll need for your final year project

Me: My supervisor has not said anything ma

Mum: You go to him and ask, instead of just sleeping your time away.

Me: But mum he…

Mum: Just do it!

Me: Okay ma

The phone clicks and line went dead. In not more than 3miuntes, the message tone beeps, I checked and it was the man’s phone number from my mum. I dialed the number and he picked at the second beep.

Man: Hello, who is this?

Me: Good afternoon sir, this is Williams Albert sir

Man: Williams, Williams, Williams, I don’t know any Williams

Me: (then I, remember folks knows me as Yemi at home). It’s me Yemi, Opeyemi Albert

Man: Oh, Oh, Yemi, how are you?

Me: I’m fine sir, I wanted to say…

Man: I’m very busy now just take care of yourself (and Pom! The line went dead)

Is that even right? Okay he’s an elderly person and just send me 20k of course he’s right (smiles). Though on an ideal situation, I don’t like people terminating call on me, especially when I’m the one calling (you).

As I was thinking on how I will dismantle the 20k, I perceived my neuro-transmitters sending message to my brain from my stomach. Damn! am hungry! It was then I remembered I haven’t taken anything since morning. What was I doing since? (Speaking to myself). “Okay, I went straight to the football pitch to play soccer till around 11:30am. then I took my bath and the rest and rush down to the viewing center to watch Nigeria play Uruguay in FIFA world cup knock out stage which we lost slightly by a goal margin. It was that referee and our snail of a striker that cost us the match. Oh! That explains the dream. (I laughed out).”

My friend Temmy (also my roommate) hearing me laugh from outside barge into the room.

Temmy: Oh boy wetin dey make you laugh?

Me: Omo I just dream naija won the cup o

Temmy: ** Laughing profusely** Oh boy that one can only happen in your dream o. Those boys fall my hand big time.

Me: Seriously.

Temmy: I don’t think I’ll be watching their match again, I will be sticking with my Chelsea joor.

Me: Seconded. Even if they were beaten they’ll still put on some fight unlike those snails.

Temmy: Sluggish set of players we call team.

Me: Bro, leave Naija alone, I’m hungry like anything now. Anything on ground? (Without answering me, he just went into our small kitchen and yes he’s back with two plates) Oh boy, what is this?

Temmy: Sit down there, asking o

Me: Oh boy, see hot amala, wow, this boy is home made. Where you get ewedu around this area?

Temmy: That one na Rachael’s handwork o.

Me: Hmm, you and this Rachael sha

Temmy: Oh boy, leave that one for now and eat jor (Before he finish that statement, my tummy is already jumping for joy at the reception of the first morsel which came with a ponmo battered ewedu soup. In less than no time we are done with the meal)

Temmy: Guy, see the way you are sweating

Me: It’s always like that whenever I take amala especially hot ones, besides the wheather is not helping.

Temmy: Yeah, the sun is exteremly hot today; I guess it is going to rain tonight

Me: That would be better

Temmy: Yes, but that should better be after the show

Me: Which show?

Temmy: Those comedy guys now, SUG is organizing the show to kick start the semester

Me: Cool, when is that happening?

Temmy: (Temmy checked his watch) Oh boy! It’s six this evening o. I have to leave now

Me: Without me? Don’t try it. Let me take a shower, then we go together.

Temmy: Alright, be fast o. I’ll go pick Rachael aand make sure you are ready before we get back

Me: Hmm, Rachael is going too?

Temmy: cho! You want me to go alone

Me: Hope I won’t spoil show sha?

Temmy: go and take your bath jor. (He left banging the door behind him)

My friend Temiloluwa (Temmy) is a cool headed guy but home made just like me. We have a lot in common, maybe because we’ve friends since childhood. We both decided to study mechanical engineering when we were younger and the dream is gradually coming true. The only time we were ever separated was when his dad got a new job in the city and the whole family had to relocate. When I was done with my elementary education, my parents decided to relocate to the same city also. From there we went to the same secondary school and now in final year in the same University studying the course we dreamt about.

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