When your a football player there is always one dream. For Mikey, your run of the mill teenager, his was to lift the Champions League trophy. He knew deep down that it wasn't ever most likely going to happen, but it was a dream.
He woke up one morning and looked out the window to see the sunrise, excited and belated about going to see his beloved Hibernian FC take on their Edinburgh rivals Hearts in the derby game. The feling of butterflies inside him was one nothing could compare to, the feeling of waking up those dreaded maroon and white steps at Tynecastle, to take your seat and watch your team play the Hearts. Mikey though, tried not to get too frustrated at events, as his team lost 3-0. He was so dissappointed in the quality of the youngsters coming through the ranks at a professional club and was determined to do something about it.
He got in, and was quickly on the phone to his friends, desperate for a game of football, whether it was just a kick about or a take on challenge, he wanted to play. He phoned his friend, who informed him that nobody was playing football on that day, because they had joined a team.
That team was local team Newtongrange Star FC. And their magnificent stadium which could handle crowds of up to 5 men and his dog. His friend continued to inform him of how it happened and Mikey should go sign up.
Mikey came off the phone, excited and was finally getting his chance to prove to the world that he has the ability to play football, whether it be professionaly or at amateur level...
So, off Mikey popped the next again day down to Netwongrange Star's office in hoping of securing a place in their team. He was promptly met by the Manager who agreed to giving him a chance and put him through his paces. The manager walked out the door and opened his car door, told Mikey to hop in. Even though the stadium was just around the corner. They arrived, and swiftly Mikey got out the car, determined he can prove he can play football.
The manager handed him a ball, and said, 50 keepie uppie's. Mikey looked at him asif he was joking, although he wasn't. Mikey thought to himself 'No bother, i can do 150 keepie uppie's no bother so im sure i can do this'. He put the ball down, and promptly flicked it up and started his keepie uppies, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, he kept telling himself as he hit the 35 mark, left-right-left-right as he continued on, reaching the 45 mark stage..He got to 49 and then a series of motions were going through his mind. Was this the trial? 50 keepie uppies? Easy he thought as he proceeded to kick the ball up the 50th time and brings it down with control at ease.
Mikey looked at the manager and said there. The Manager simply looked at him back, smiled and laughed to himself. He then proceeded to take Mikey through the motions as he went dribbling through the cones, taking penaltys, tackling, take ons, them all. Just as he finished he was really pleased with himself, and thought he had nailed the position on the team.
"What position do you play?" The manager shouted at him from across the pitch. "Striker" he replied. "Were not looking for any Strikers at the moment" The manager shouted back, across the pitch. Mikey was gutted, what was most likely his final chance of playing football was over.
He started walking back up the 5 minute walk to Easthouses (his home), but as he was walking up the road, he heard someone shout his name in he background...