Today, if there is one thing we forgotten how to do is "loser."
If our team loses is the fault of the referee. If
lose our political party is guilty of fraud and people who do not understand anything.
If it loses the turnover of your company is the fault of their colleagues.
If we lose the road is the fault of the satellite.
If we lose the head is the fault of those who have made lose.
If we lose patience is always the fault of someone else.
never our fault!
I, many years ago, I knew it loses ...
Between 8 and 13 years playing football. I played in many teams in my hometown. I had many coaches, all different. But one thing them toghether: I ended forever on the bench. It was terrible the day of the meetings you'll never hear his name among the owners.
But in time we did the habit.
One Sunday morning with my team left for a trip really easy. We played against the last in the standings and instead we were fighting for third place which would have allowed admission to the regional tournament in spring.
Ten minutes from the end of the game we were in for an incredibly zero.
This is because our coach in the locker room had blasphemed, "that the dressing rooms of shit etc etc". At a time when he cursed, a child of my team said that because of the curse that day we would have lost!
and up to ten minutes from the end seemed so.
coach desperately tried to go for broke and it took off a defender and brought in front of me, "go and score," he told me as I was entering! I was loaded like a spring. In ten minutes I could show that in the end I was not so sad. Coming into camp I felt like a fish out of water. I did not know where to stay and what to do: I was not accustomed to playing. Two minutes from time after strolling to the next field's incredible. A defender of the opposing team made a back pass to goalkeeper. But the ball stopped abruptly slowed on its way from the ground in poor condition. I accidentally found in that area of \u200b\u200bthe field.
you now know that if there was a quality that at that time I was shooting and speed. In fact I was a child with a lean but well-trained muscles.
Now imagine a football field, the ball almost stops at the edge of the penalty. I on the trocar and nobody behind me. On the other hand only the goalkeeper. Goalkeeper for the record that was a fat man with the incredible speed of a sloth.
was my chance to spend my day like a hero!
I jumped like a cat on the offside sure you reach for that ball first. The AIS on the other side had started later than me and was so embarrassed that tripped well before leaving.
I ran like the wind to glory heard the coach yell my name like crazy for cheering me on. But suddenly I began to think that it was possible that I could score the equalizer with two minutes remaining. I that in all the big games I'd always been on the bench. I often had not even the team jersey with the number behind because they were finished and did not play much, so if by chance I walked into the field (maybe because we were already winning 4-0) I had to take the sweat coming down and put the companion to reverse to hide the number. I was a child who dreams of being a goalkeeper and striker. I'd never marked a goal even in the practice match between us!
But I had my chance and I could not wrong in my mind already I could see myself cheering for a goal and my mates did jump up to celebrate the unexpected break-even now.
and I ran, I ran and I thought ... but all those thoughts probably slowed my step when I returned to my cat and ready to kick the ball in the net I saw the big hands of huge sloth-goalie grab the ball.
anger and disappointment they at least wanted in the heat of the race I gave a kick in the stomach to the goalkeeper, but as a good sport but I avoided him easily dejected and stopped watching the empty net with no ball in the net.
The game ended like this ... I of course no one worth a look. I went in the locker room sad and lonely as ever. But
defeats must find ways to get out and learn something good. And so it was a thought in my head began to whip. The fault was not mine, but of the curse of the coach. I'm against that I could not really do anything.
And the smile on my lips so again: the appointment with the glory was only delayed!!
Apart from football I was playing tennis. There was just Bravin and so it was that at age 13 decided to devote myself seriously.
began taking lessons on classroom and soon found myself racing team in my company!
I have always loved looking healthy competition with her personal glory.
I began to do so repeatedly tournaments and I started to lose matches on matches. At first I said it was normal because my opponents were more seasoned and older than me and then I should not worry. But after losing some weigh more and it slowly made its way a little voice in my brain and every time I entered the field told me that I would have lost anyway. That seems a little voice
of shit but in reality I think is a real disease ... and even contagious.
Or at least I was convinced of this and especially to have it taken from my coach. I esteemed him very much and my goal was to become as good as him. Was very strong, they all said it. Watching him play was a marvel. Agile agile and powerful. A deadly and being beaten up, a network was difficult for the opponent with a lob pass.
They argued that it was one of the strongest players in the Italian and that could definitely become part of the national circuit and start climbing up the ATP rankings. But ...
Yeah, unfortunately for him there was a but.
He had a defect. And he had always had since childhood.
"Like me, moreover," for example ... I could not make a decent second place. I was the so-called "little arms."
Plus I was certainly not a freak like him!
But Paul (as he called my coach) had a problem on the second and 3 September In fact, after winning the first (and the first always won because it was exactly over all) always lost the other two. There was no way. Won the first 6-0? The second and third they lost 2-6 2-6 (score his favorite)! It was incredible ...
and then view the esteem I had for him to believe that the virus of the second / third set is also suggested to be inside me. Where he has undergone a mutation making me come in second place for the arm and making me not ever win a game.
The pinnacle of my career was when my company participated in the Italian Cup and I was one of the players.
the first exit we lost all the matches.
But the second we were all equally charged, and it was at that time that I touched the real highlight of my career as a tennis player.
played the first match against a player well known and very strong. There were rumors he had played professionally when he was young.
My company gave me "that game so much because no one could beat. Some
heating and then dribble away with the match. In less than 10 minutes I found myself 2-0 up to me and beat me.
The disbelief was immense. While I gathered the balls I could hear a "oh, Sergio (my opponent) is" losing 2-0 "and an unknown number of people (at least a dozen) from the bar moved to the field to watch the game and observe the new phenomenon which was 2-0 win against what I thought by now the strongest player in the world !
convinced I was going to start to beat to win that game when Sergio apologized and said "a moment I take off my jacket the whole." "Go ahead" I said sure.
came the voice: "Now that he removed the jacket you will not see a ball" ... bastard! Obviously
lost 6-2 6-0.
While sad and disconsolate in the locker room I heard two friends went back to talk and say, "Well, but this time to win you should at least remove the jacket!
And even then he returned the smile on my lips.
And so it was that taken in the knowledge that one is good, there is always someone better than him, and then every defeat serves to improve!!
would be nice so that even now every time you lose a few minutes later returned a smile to light up our faces!
