It was the final year in junior high, a deciding match for the next hall of famers. There I was substituted in at the 80th minute with the ball obviously under my spell at the 89th minute of a 90 minute match, dribbling again and again, I was on fire. The deciding goal lies within my grasp. Boldness and courage off the roof, "I will make it to the Hall's corner, nothing can stop me", I thought.

Till I got into the lion's den, no defender but the goal keeper "Mark Tank", a one man army, no loop holes, he seem...