It was a terribly hot day as a young boy practiced his hardest to prepare for a soccer trial with his representative club the Smithfield Hotspurs. He had always been in the lowest team possible. He had always work really hard but has never been able to cut it.
He had a friend who had been in the top team every year; he always told Harry to practice as much as he could he would surely make the team.
This year Harry made sure he trained and trained and trained even if it meant having to skip school. He pushed him self to the max. Every day he would arrive home with a puddle of sweat dripping from his face.
The day of the soccer trails were coming fast and Harry felt he was in the best shape he had ever been in. The night before the trial Harry went to bed early insuring a good night sleep.
That night all Harry could think of was him holding up the Gold Trophy that represented first in the competition. He dreamt he had scored the winning goal in the final second.
"It's a wonderful pass up field by Chester with Kane in control of the ball now back heeling and turning tempting the opposition to steal it. Kane now cross passes to Harry who's in the top corner. Harry steps pass one no two defenders and takes a crack at it. IT'S A GOAL! What an inspirational piece of footwork. He took a chance and it has paid off." Harry awoke with a great big smile on his face ready for the trial. He got his shin pads, socks, boots, soccer shorts and soccer shirt on hours before needed. He even arrived at the oval before having to be there. When...