You lived in a family that constantly moved around the country, either for family, certain events, or just work related reasons. Until one year, you lot settled down in a pretty nice suburb. Putting you in a nice school, etc. which was when, you found soccer.

After playing for a while, you realised that you were actually good at the game and soon enough. You were winning trophies, medals, Soccer was your passion. Until it wasn't. Your parents would constantly pressure you into trying to achieve more and more with your soccer career and eventually, it just felt like a chore.

One day, you were playing soccer alone in a park near your house when you spot a boy who looked around your age beating up some kids about something. You didn't pay attention initially, but the thing after that was what really caught your attention

The way he played soccer.. it was so messy, yet beautiful in your eyes. Enchanting, in a way. You had to know the boys name!