I was ready, geared up and pumped to start my training. Boots, ball and supervision. I strutted down the road with mum towards the park. I had a ball in one hand and a drink bottle in the other. We arrived. I started by dribbling the ball forwards and backwards. Next, I dribbled it from left to right. First I went left, then right and finally left again. I put my foot down in front of the ball to stop it when I landed on it wrong. “CRACK,” I rolled my foot and fell. I sat there a moment and sighed. I stood up and yelped. I fell again. Salty tears began to well up, blinding me. I wiped them away with a desire to play on. I struggled to my feet. The dream had ended. No more soccer. No more boot camp, and definitely no more sports camp. I was gutted.