Coloured Hearts (Part 5)

“If you want to leave early to see your girl, hand me your gloves.” the coach said sternly to me in front of everybody during the start of the training. A concoction of anger and bashfulness rushed through my brain, I clutched my fists which were still gloved. The coach outstretched his hands, wanting meContinue reading “Coloured Hearts (Part 5)”

Coloured Hearts (Part 4)

The pitch in the King’s institution was bathing in the morning sun, the team was practicing for the on-going State Trophy, we were kicked out during the first or second round for the past few years, mostly it was because of a shitty goalkeeper. This year I was going to play defender but I was unwillinglyContinue reading “Coloured Hearts (Part 4)”

Coloured Hearts (Part 3)

I felt my legs shaking, “Brian! Your Monday training!” I turned to look at the electronic clock, 06:31. Tadashi stood by my bed. “Crap.” I uttered under my breath and scurried out to train. The sun was out, hanging at midway to the top, it was the Summer Bank holiday for the people in London, soContinue reading “Coloured Hearts (Part 3)”

Coloured Hearts (Part 2)

BEEP. BEEP. BE… my hand conscientiously slammed the electric alarm clock by my bed. 05:30. I scrambled to my feet, stretched my body, not a single ray of light had penetrated into the dorm room at the wee hours. Monday, my brain signaled me. I sustained this discipline for months, waking up early, go for a run, to be fitContinue reading “Coloured Hearts (Part 2)”

Coloured Hearts (Part 1)

The ball was pinned in front of me, right at the penalty spot, the tumultuous roars from the fans who were cheering and putting sheer pressure on me at the same time. The sun was shining right above me, sun flares were dangling in my sight, hindering my concentration to save the game-changing penalty. SheContinue reading “Coloured Hearts (Part 1)”