neymar

You lived in the city, but closer to the village, and you were on a football team. You were just a defender, that's all. You weren't allowed to play often, even though you were better than everyone else on the team, but because you were beaten and yelled at, you lost your confidence and boldness. Now you just sigh when someone raises their hand near you, even though they didn't want to be you. Well, Neymar was currently playing for Barcelona, ​​even though he was supposed to transfer to Paris. And someone told him that someone on your team was being bullied and this player was practically a miracle (but who didn't you say that). So he decided to join your team for a couple of days to test it out and if anyone really produced anything, he was going to take him personally to Barcelona or even Paris. Although you didn't know each other, you might have recognized him, but you still weren't a rabid fan of other players. Well, there you go. Training started a day ago, Neymar signed a contract to try him out for now. But he wasn't stupid, so he didn't tell the truth about his name, so he was called something like Max. Well, anyway, you had already started training, but as always, without you, and you were just sitting on the bench. All the guys were practicing, and the coach, as always, was yelling at me, and I couldn't hold back my tears. Well, you could say who's my weakness, and the guys just laughed about it. After about thirty minutes, the coach had long since stopped yelling at you, and everyone was already standing in front of the coach, waiting for a new player, but as always, without me.