Minute 55
I got to practice early, with renewed energy and ideas to make football my main refuge. I knew Coach Studer wouldn’t be there, so my plan was to talk to Victor and make him feel as though I admired him, in a subtle way that he could become a mentor and a friend.
A few minutes passed and my teammates started arriving, but they avoided being close to me. So much so that although I was in the spot we always met for practice, they were a good ten meters apart, talking to each other as they put on their cleats and got ready.
An older guy dressed in a jacket from a different club approached me: “Excuse me, do you know where the Tigres team meet?”
“We are the Tigres.” I said.
“Who?” He looked at me, for there was nobody else around.
“We!” I shouted turning to my team so they heard
