Sprinter: fodbold, kærlighed og racisme i Alabama

Down south in Alabama, in a big college named ”College of guardians”, a football team worked hard, for getting there motions to function. The only person there who could figure it out, was Sprinter. It was not his real name, but nobody knew that guy’s name, they just called him sprinter… and yes, he was fast. Probably the fastest running back, in the history of “Guardians”. That “guy” was me. I was good looking, and I was the star player in the league. I could get every single girl in the world, at that time, but I didn’t… I was kind of weird, I played football every day; I didn’t give a fuck about friends or girls. All I cared about was football.

That was me, some months ago. My life has changed a lot, and way too fast:

“Sprinter, get to that end zone… NOW!” Sprinter looked at the trainer: “yes sir… the hard way?” Trainer Barney: “well… you aren’t black, kid, I don’t expect you to do like black guys, they just tango up through the enemy’s defense”. “Then it’s going to be the hard way…” I was maybe a little too crazy back then. I was so fast that nobody could ever catch me on the outside runs. I just loved to run inside where all those big linemen were. Whatever… we won the game, just because I made the last touchdown. That made our team to the playoffs, and everybody was so happy. I just wanted to play some more football, I didn’t care about if it was a big game, or just another game. Football is always exiting, but something happened, what most of the time always happened, when we won. The cheerleaders ran in to me. Happy and cheery. They always did… but this time, was something special, there was a new girl on the team and she was black. That meant a lot in Alabama, were racism was everywhere. She was the only black cheerleader on the whole team. In addition, I fell totally for that pretty girl. I didn’t know what to do. I walked home; I always used to take the bus, but I only got her in my head. And I think a lot more when I walk. I used to think, that girls were not designed to football ‘players, but her hair, eyes and her lovely body made me wrong. I needed to talk with her.