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DARRAN BERRY
on the side-lines. Our home playing field was covered
with very little grass and was as dry as a Sahara desert.
Whenever Dad wasn’t working, he was there, ever
hopeful that one day I would listen to his advice and just
put my foot on top of the ball to slow down and stop
running. Everybody else would run past me and I could
pass or cross the ball with more accuracy and achieve a
better result than I always did.
However, with great power comes great responsibility
and this is demonstrated in my innate inability to be able
to slow down. So basically, I was like a “Tony Daley”
beep-beep roadrunner who could tackle like an absolute
demon, but give me the ball and I could outrun everyone
in front of me even with the ball still at my feet.
The adoring fanatically shouting dads and moms
thought that I would just run past the opposition with
my lightning speed and either score or pass the ball to
someone else to score. They were always super hyped
up and excitedly shouting for this guy they were
watching who was so super lightning fast.
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