While I was still much younger, my father once told me that he sustained a terrible injury while playing this game of soccer. During his time as a young man, he grew up in the village with his parents where he helped his mother (my grandmother) hawk somethings to sell. But his love for the game was what took him to the city to play football where he sustained the injury.
So each time he sees us his children playing football, he's always excited because we remind him of his youthful age when he was still fit for the game and yes, he used to be a very skillful player. So I was called out by a friend and a former secondary classmate to come play with them in a match and guess what, we won!