When I was in Grade 5, I discovered that in the small provincial town of Barotac Nuevo, Iloilo, the genuine love for football was alive and kicking. All kids, rich or poor, play football on streets, rice fields, town plaza and anywhere with a flat surface.
“I AM Lionel Messi.” It’s an ambitious encouragement that I utter to myself every time I get hopeless in improving my inept, lousy footwork on a vast soccer pitch.