There was once a little boy who lived dreaming about the thing he loved the most, he trained and trained, he worked and worked, a wise man helped him overcome every storm that came his way, but he was getting older and older and as he grew older his dream became a desire, a desire to score goals, a desire to shoot the ball, to pass the ball, what is so important about this ball that makes it so much to desire, its not made out of gold or diamonds, no he said...the ball is power, it is strength, it is "the dream", some call it football, others call it soccer... it is my dream, and i have come to far and i have worked for this so called dream, doing anything possible to play the game, but i will have only made it, only achieved it when i instead of dreaming about my dream i will b living the dream...then i will know what it feels like, what i have been waiting for since i was that little boy....