A superstar sportsman, a favourite son, looks like turning his back on his code, leaving the team that made him famous and deserting the fans who claim his every breathing minute as their own.
His every appearance for his league team has the fans on their feet, clever kicks, individual brilliance and natural athletic prowess on show for all to see. Born to play the game, and with other family members and mates from his junior days surrounding him at the club, he seems destined to play in those hallowed colours forever.
Better still, he's a home grown talent. Local football royalty. His face is on the sides of buses. All the locals know where he lives. He is celebrated by the kids, and sought after by the local businesses.
While sitting out most of the season with a major injury, he considers the impending defection. Without the daily contact with his teammates, the regularity of training and the security offered by being surrounded with such familiar constants, the said player finds his mind wandering.
Other things play on his mind. Family, relationships, the future.
But, finally, the announcement is made. Huge dollars. Massive hype, and even greater expectations. The opposition code scores a massive coup, talking up their boardroom victory as if they had just wiped the opposition over 80 minutes on the green stuff.
"This guy will play a key role in our World Cup campaign", they holler loudly from the rooftops.
"Born to play the game", they declare.
"He's got dual international written all over him".
Now, you pick which bloke I'm talking about.
Rogers or Johns.
:?: :? :?: :? :?:
His every appearance for his league team has the fans on their feet, clever kicks, individual brilliance and natural athletic prowess on show for all to see. Born to play the game, and with other family members and mates from his junior days surrounding him at the club, he seems destined to play in those hallowed colours forever.
Better still, he's a home grown talent. Local football royalty. His face is on the sides of buses. All the locals know where he lives. He is celebrated by the kids, and sought after by the local businesses.
While sitting out most of the season with a major injury, he considers the impending defection. Without the daily contact with his teammates, the regularity of training and the security offered by being surrounded with such familiar constants, the said player finds his mind wandering.
Other things play on his mind. Family, relationships, the future.
But, finally, the announcement is made. Huge dollars. Massive hype, and even greater expectations. The opposition code scores a massive coup, talking up their boardroom victory as if they had just wiped the opposition over 80 minutes on the green stuff.
"This guy will play a key role in our World Cup campaign", they holler loudly from the rooftops.
"Born to play the game", they declare.
"He's got dual international written all over him".
Now, you pick which bloke I'm talking about.
Rogers or Johns.
:?: :? :?: :? :?:
