Looking for a light

Today the VJC Soccer team lost 5-4 on sudden death penalties, to Meridian Junior College, failing in a bid to nab our record 4th national schools title.

As the guys trooped out of the field, their face wet with tears, and some sobbing uncontrollably, I kept telling them not to cry, and to hold their heads up high. It was rather hypocritical, since I knew, not too long ago, I was in their position, and the only thing I did was sob and tear and sob and tear, over a match that had just ended in defeat.

It all seemed only too real, like a flashback, a mirror I was looking at. It brought me back to a young age of 13, all the way to 16, where a year of hardwork only lead to a decisive defeat.

4 years in a row, I had to watch as another team lifted the trophy, and 4 years ina row, I had to see the opposition crowd whipped into hysteria and proudly singing their school songs, and waing their banners and flags so proudly.

And here it was happening rite in front of me. I left before the opposition team lifted the trophy and shit, somehow until now, it still makes my stomach churn.

But somehow, the failures I experienced in secondary school made me a stronger person, and contributed somewhat to the golden years in JC, till today I still refuse to ignore where I came from, cos they made me what I am.

I only hope and pray that the guys today will grow stronger from this experience. They are a brilliant bunch of players who deserve the brightest future.

What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger.

Out.

posted by Me @ 1:10 AM