David always found himself a window seat on the school bus back home. As always, he opened the window wide and let the afternoon breeze brush across his face as he recollected the game he played that day, moment by moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was unbelievable, what you did on the field today!\u201d one of his mates had said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think we\u2019ve got a national-level player on our hands, guys. Get your autographs while you can!\u201d another player teased David, patting his back almost a bit too hard.<\/p>\n
That was the distant dream \u2014 playing for his country and creating history, like all his soccer heroes.<\/p>\n
David could almost taste it; the sweet air of victory and pride when his team and he held the golden championship trophy and smiled for the photographs.<\/p>\n
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David always found himself a window seat on the school bus back home. As always, he opened the window wide and let the afternoon breeze brush across his face as he recollected the game he played that day, moment by moment. \u201cThat was unbelievable, what you did on the field today!\u201d one of his mates…<\/p>\n