*overwhelmed*

Hey all! as usual, i'm here to apologise for the failure to update regularly. Really, the holidays have been pretty boring for me, and im not a guy who likes to blog about what I did exactly during the day, hmm, maybe i just rather to talk about my feelings. Anyway, i'm gonna blog about the best school reopening i ever had. And i hope u'll take the time to read what i have to say.

The score was 3 - nil. 3 freaking goals conceded, at only half time. Terrible trashing it really seems. Nope, not for the opposition, but for us. It's really seldom that we got outclassed that badly. And i know, the fault lies in me, i failed to do what i can do, i failed to motivate myself, let alone others, and i failed in my physical endurance. (i was nursing a fever when i played).

I looked upon others, my friends and my class's supporters. Perhaps second to laughter, eye contact brings two souls closest to each other. I sensed that they already got all the consolation words ready, despite the game only at half time. Naturally, i felt really defeated.. really battered.

I dragged my stubborn legs across the field and towards the canteen for a break. And i just went to sit aside from all my other teammates, i really needed to be alone. Even the stupidiest of man will feel the mood among us. We went with the flow, and felt that the game was long over.

the half time was five minutes, unfortunately, due to time constraints. And for the 1st time in my entire life, so many things happened in this mere five minutes, in my mind that is. It was a raging and fierce battle, basically the fight between good and the evil. One side of me wanted to give up, another side told me that, i can still clinch it, i just need to seek inspiration.

How? Where? Who on earth can inspire me? And then i thought. For a moment. Nope, i won't rely on any love interest to inspire me anymore, i need something more, something much much more.

My mum came first.. It's really strange but i can feel that she's telling me not to give up. and that my team needs me to turn the tables against the odds.And before you use the word "possessed" on me, nope, u should use "fortunate" instead. My mum may have passed away, but still, the bond between us is still there. And for that, i'm really glad.

One thing led to another, and then i recalled. Earlier on, i read the Newpaper, and on the cover page, there was the review of the match between Liverpool vs Everton. For your information, this was a do-or-die match as Liverpool needed to beat them in order to salvage their hopes in making the cut for Champions League. And yeap, Liverpool's my boyhood club, i supported them since young. Guess what? they won! Despite playing with 10 men that is. They fought and fought, braved the winds, and eventually beat Everton 2-1. That alone, was another major inspiration to me.

Of course there are many more, from my track and field coach, (i'm still sore for not thanking him during his farewell party. Stupid ngee ann, why didnt they extend his contract? fools.) and to my dream. I always thought of being the guy to pull my team out of the pits, to motivate them , and be the inspiration. Of course, the match wasnt of the same magnitude as Singapore vs Indonesia or the Liverpool match, but still, the theory "small things lead to bigger things" apply. And my dream really came true.

"Preeeeeeeet!" The whistle blew. Like a suddenly-possessed man, i ran around, trying to start the resurrection of our team. They were overconfident, really, but it was inevitable, they were 3-0 up! And dang, my shot went in.

Somehow, for a reason or another, they failed to realise that their overconfidence is starting to work against them. Never mind, like a see saw, we made sure they were going down, and we're going up. Our brute and growing determination enabled us to capitalise on their mistakes.

More goals went in. One after another. Our team finally played what we are capable of playing all along. Never ever underestimate the power of the mind. They scored one back, we roared back even louder via the means of more goals. From 3 down to them, we defeated them with the score of 5-4. What a comeback. What a fightback.

I always thought such comeback only happens in movies etc, and the saying "nothing is impossible" is fake. But i dare say, from today's experience, everything is possible if you try. One time may not be enough, so may the 2nd and 3rd try, but you just have to keep on trying. And i proved it today.

And last but not least, i would like to add that such comeback need not happen only during a soccer match or any other sport games. It can also happen in various part of your lives. Often in life, there'll be moments you'll feel down, battered, defeated, but still, the ability to stand back up, is yours to lose, yours to make use of.

And so i end here. If you do really read till the very end, i thank you for your time.

ps: to my teammates, thanks man.