They might be in a hurry, but they said nothing. Instead, they chose simultaneously to trust Thomas and believe that he had his own goals.
After a long while, Connor Milead’s face was covered in tears. His snot also mixed with his tears. He spoke with a choked-up voice, “We have played soccer since we were young with the hopes that we could become professional soccer players once we grow up. That’s why we gave up everything for it. Our family can’t afford the expensive fees for a legit soccer school, so we dropped out of school to work so that we can hand in the fees."
“Even so, we still need a lot of money to get into the reserve team and first string. If we want to stay and continue playing soccer, we also need to hand in a high amount of fees. We can no longer pay for it with our salary from work. That’s why we were forced to a corner and thought of this unreliable method. We pretend to be sick to get medicine and take it in reverse order. It’s all so that we can get money from the rich clinics."
“Five hundred thousand dollars is nothing to clinics, but to us, it’s money that will allow us to continue chasing after our dreams and play soccer."
“We didn’t want to do this either. There is no athlete who will be willing to get money in exchange for their own health. If there had been other methods, we wouldn’t do this. But we don’t have any other skill aside from playing soccer. We can’t earn money, but we don’t want to give up on our dreams either."
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