The Exciting Life of a Football

I am a football. I was made in a factory of Nivia Sports, a football manufacturing company in India. I still remember the huge size of the factory. There were many machines, and footballs like me. The best thing that ever happened to me in my whole life (which had just started), was when I passed the test of checking whether I was alright to use in the big games, or so I thought. They checked my Pressure, roundness et cetera et cetera. And just when I thought that the exciting part had started, we got loaded into a truck. It was very dark and gloomy inside our sacks, but I cheered myself up by thinking of my big life ahead. When we finally got off the truck, we were shipped to football clubs for training. I had been given to the Aston Villa club.

When I first entered their headquarters, I was intimidated by the lion roaring in their logo. You see, lions and footballs don’t get along well. When the training started, I was kicked around on a big grass pitch. I got to know the players and they were all very nice. I won a game in 1996, and I was really happy. I was again used in many games and many times got punctured, or endured some other damage. But the club got me fixed every time. I won some more leagues, and was used in practice a lot.

Then sometimes I went to some other clubs to play on their side. I guess this is how it will be now. Visiting a football shop once in a while, playing big games like in the premier league, doing practice, spending time alone in the attic and eventually I will get in a state beyond repair and will take an unwanted trip to the bins. But, until then, I knew I would live happily.