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ALONE Dare to dream

Chapter 7 UNCHARTED HEIGHT

Word Count: 1718    |    Released on: 19/12/2023

oking the city skyline. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fille

e making waves on the international stage. Your performances have attrac

t's a dream come true, David. But with great opportunities come toug

d, Manchester United, Barcelona-they all want a player of your caliber. We'll sit

buzzed with a call from his dad. He excused himself and stepped

n greeted, the affectio

your matches. You're doing the family pro

his late mother tugging at his heart. "I miss her

atching, Wilson. You've got her sp

lma, his girlfriend. The warmth in her eyes spoke volumes as she em

ing support. "Thanks, Vel. It's a wild ride, but

r, sharing laughter and updates on their lives. Christabel, now a graduate, excitedly discussed her future plans. Shola, a real est

at a local pub, the camaraderie still strong between them. Nicholas spoke earnestly, "Wilson, it's tough han

echoed in his mind. The greatest challenges were yet to come, and Wilson embraced them with a resolute spir

n, in the midst of the heated battle on the field, was handed a note by a team official during half-ti

h, noticing the sudden change in his star player, allowed Wilson to be subbed off. As he left the sta

om, wore expressions of sorrow as they grappled with the sudden loss. His elder sibl

e face of such profound loss. Their whispered words and shared silence convey

nowing his time was drawing near, had left a note. The contents held a poi

friend, Nicholas, who had retired early due to injury, reached out with words of comfort and encouragement. Togeth

eam's expectations pressed heavily on him. Every kick, every sprint, became

words, a mix of grief and gratitude, resonated through the somber air. The legacy of his father's u

– to let grief consume him or to honor his fat

nship with his father. The pain of loss propelled him, not into the shadows, but onto the field, where he sought solace in the rhy

The sound of cleats striking the grass echoed a resolve born from the depths of sorrow. The coach, arriving to f

quired, struck by the contrast between the grief-stricken man

d. "Coach, I need this. I need to channel everythin

teammates arriving for the session watched in amazement as Wilson pushed himself harder than ever before. Eac

as the mysterious letter left by their father. Shola, eyes reflecting shared sorrow, explained how the

ssage, revealed that he had been the silent watcher, the guiding presence on Wilson's journey. The mysterious letter in his locker room, del

estined for greatness. The first word uttered by the infant Wilson was not the usual "mama" or "dada"

from the heavens, embarked on a journey that transcended the boundaries of pain and loss. As he honed his skills with unmatched dedication, Wilson be

from the bustling noise. The air was filled with a gentle breeze, carrying the scent of blooming flowers f

en through so much latel

journey, Velma. But you know, sometimes the beautiful

rm: I can see the passion you have for soccer,

eyes: You've been my anchor, Velma. Your presenc

someone to lean on, Wilson. And I'm

conversation flowed seamlessly, weaving a connection that went beyond words. Wilson and Velma fo

ne: You know, your dedication to soccer is impress

, a supportive family, and someone special l

e every bit of it, Wilson. You're not just a soccer sta

t means a lot to hear that, Velma. Thanks for

hug: Anytime, Wilson. Remember, eve

on and Velma wrapped in the warmth of shared moments and the promise of

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