How my carrier in soccer ended in a week.

There I was playing soccer with friends in the streets of my neighbourhood when a man was claimed to be a scout approached me. He gazed at my soccer skills as I penetrate defence lines, score goals and do some weird kind of dribbles.
He knew he has gotten the grace of acquiring my talent. He applauded our game and rated it as a fantastic performance.
Not long before the referee blows his whistle and the game came to an end.

I left the game scene to my small house so as to freshen up and hit the town. As I stepped outside my house, the scout approached me with a smile and a file in his hand. He asked me if I don't mind playing in major soccer leagues where I can earn real money for my talent. Without hesitation, I accepted his offer and pack up for another level of challenges in life.
I made my goodbyes to friends and family by hanging out with them one more time. We danced and sang together for a few minutes and we also had fun with those we don't know.

Finally, we arrived in London. A city where legends are forged. My dream has come to be real. I signed the necessary documents for the deal I was offered by Arsenal Fc. Without delays, the club decided to let me play the next upcoming football match due to injuries that have taken almost all my new teammates.

It's game time. The match has begun and both teams are putting all effort into the game. The game was looking balanced when faith smiled down on me by giving me an opportunity which I converted into a goal. I was happy for a few moments but I couldn't feel the game running in my blood. I couldn't see any of my family or friend among the stands to cheer me up. I was about to lose hope when I saw my friends and family making their way into the stadium in different styles. I became happy and immediately, I became a dictator on the field of play, making some unbelievable passes and doing some dramatic dribble.
I scored again and with happiness, I ran towards my families and friends to celebrate. We sang our local song together, danced in sequence together, even changed the location of celebration into different places. It all looked like Indian movie. While we were celebrating, a guy brought a letter to me and when I read the letter, it was a dismissal letter. It was stated in the letter that while I was celebrating, I took my celebration to the next level by leaving the game venue to the parks and beautiful gardens just like Indian films and I spent 34mins out of the remaining hour to sing and dance.

The above story isn't real, it's just an imagination that I am Indian and trying to act according to Indian movies. I will surely feel the burns.