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- Herausgeber: Jonathan Ball
- Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
- Sprache: Englisch
Percy Tau grew up with seven siblings and a single mom in the mining town of Witbank. For Percy and his family, life is tough as their mother struggles to make ends meet. But there is one thing that brings the Tau boys together: soccer. At the Mmagobana Primary School, they quickly make a name for themselves on the soccer team. Despite the boys' enthusiasm for the game, Percy's mom is against him playing soccer. She wants him to get a 'real job' – after all, she doesn't want to see her son struggle in life. But Percy persists, and is invited to join the Sundowns Youth Academy. Here he meets Pitso Mosimane, the Sundowns coach who will teach him all about what it takes to become a professional footballer. In March 2017 Percy's life changes forever: he is called up to play for Bafana Bafana and is named as the leading goal-scorer of the season. But just when all is going so well … heartbreak: Percy's brother is killed in a car crash. Old fears from his childhood come rushing back as his mother blames their misfortune on soccer. But, through it all, the family pull together in their support for one another. Then, one day, a call comes: Percy is offered a position to play for Brighton – one of the biggest deals ever offered a South African footballer. What will the future hold for one of the brightest stars in South African soccer? Join us on this action-packed adventure in the Road to Glory series.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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Jeremy Daniel
Jonathan Ball Publishers
Cape Town & Johannesburg
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1 – Trophy time
Chapter 2 – Family life
Chapter 3 – Showing potential
Chapter 4 – Is there more to life?
Chapter 5 – Trials
Chapter 6 – Moving to Pretoria
Chapter 7 – Big games, big goals
Chapter 8 – Meeting Pitso Mosimane
Chapter 9 – Percy turns pro
Chapter 10 – Travelling with the team
Chapter 11 – Turning twenty-one
Chapter 12 – Setbacks
Chapter 13 – A season at Spurs
Chapter 14 – Comeback time
Chapter 15 – Bafana Bafana come calling
Chapter 16 – The goals start to flow
Chapter 17 – Tragedy strikes
Chapter 18 – The mighty Barcelona
Chapter 19 – Footballer of the season
Chapter 20 – A new dawn
Chapter 21 – Overseas
Sources
Classroom activities
Oral activities
Written activities
Author’s note
Also available in the Road to Glory series
About the Book
Imprint Page
CHAPTER 1
TROPHY TIME
Eight-year-old Percy stood on the halfway line of the brown, dusty soccer pitch and watched his team’s defenders trying to stop the other team from scoring a goal. The setting sun was glowing so brightly behind them on the horizon that he could barely see what was happening.
A miskick from the other team’s striker gave the ball back to his team and Percy quickly perked up. His teammates put together a few passes, then the centre-back rushed forward and booted the ball upfield. Percy watched the ball flying over his head and turned to chase it.
The ball seemed to hang in the air as Percy raced towards the goal next to a defender whose legs were twice the length of his. The goalkeeper was also running towards the ball. Percy realised there was only one way to win the ball and slip it past the goalkeeper. He would have to dive forwards into a sliding position.
The field was hard brown clay and full of stones that would scrape off the skin on the back of his thighs, and he knew it would be terribly painful. But it was the only way to score, so he threw himself along the ground, getting a toe to the ball, and watched it roll slowly towards the goals. He waited for the pain to hit him.
BBBBBRRRRR!
Percy’s eyes shot open. He was flooded by a sense of relief as he reached for his cell phone and turned off the alarm. He was lying in his bed, 24 years old, and not in pain. He lay back in bed, breathing heavily, remembering the many times he had been covered in cuts, scrapes and bruises at the end of a match. But, thankfully, those days of playing on hard, stony pitches were over.
He turned and looked across the room at the shelf where the 2018 Premier Soccer League Footballer of the Season trophy stood next to two other trophies. The amazing events of the previous evening played again in his mind. Some of the biggest stars of South African sports and entertainment had been gathered together under the bright lights and TV cameras. It had been an occasion he would remember for the rest of his life.
Percy hadn’t known what to expect when he got to the awards ceremony. He knew he had played well all season, but when people said he would win PSL Footballer of the Season he shook his head and laughed. He was just happy to be there.
So he was pleasantly surprised. Early in the evening, he had shared the Top Goalscorer of the Season award with Rodney Ramagalela of Polokwane City. Later, he was named the Player’s Player of the Season. That award meant so much to Percy, because the players who had voted for him knew the game of soccer inside out and had first-hand experience of how he played it. Then, finally, he was named the PSL Footballer of the Season, an immense honour.
Three awards and nearly half a million rand in prize money in one night! It was life changing. Only a few years ago, Percy had worried that his career was never going to take off, that he was an average player and would be easily forgotten.
Three awards and half a million rand in prize money in one night!
Usually Percy was out of bed and ready for training at sunrise. But this morning, he lay thinking about what it had taken to get here – from childhood soccer games on the dusty, hard ground in Witbank, to Premier League games in the finest stadiums, and a glittering awards ceremony in a Johannesburg ballroom.
What a journey it had been! How had he become so lucky? And what was going to happen next?
CHAPTER 2
FAMILY LIFE
Elizabeth Tau was sweating as she prepared a huge pot of mieliepap for the family. The sun beat down on the tin roof of her small, cluttered kitchen and it was unbearably hot. She thought that later she would go and stand outside, where the slight breeze might cool her down.
Elizabeth turned off the radio and listened to the distant sounds of her children playing soccer at the far end of the street, as she stirred the onion and tomato smoor that everyone loved. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted her youngest daughter sitting in the yard and playing with a handful of stones. Elizabeth tapped on the window until the girl looked up and saw her.
‘Go and fetch your brothers!’ she called. ‘Tell them it’s dinner time. The food will be cold if they don’t hurry!’
The little girl raced off while Elizabeth sat down and served herself a small portion of pap and smoor. It was a bit too hot, but she managed to eat quickly. They were always short of plates and there was hardly ever enough food to go around, so she liked to eat a tiny helping before the children came in. Then she could tell the children that she had already had food and they wouldn’t feel bad. Sometimes she had to go outside while they ate, so they didn’t hear her tummy rumbling.
Elizabeth sighed and looked out of the window at the dusty mining town of Witbank, home to her and her eight children. Life was tough. Today, at least, they would be getting a bit of chicken with their pap and smoor.
But then her soccer-crazy sons burst through the front door, laughing and teasing each other, followed by their sisters. Elizabeth’s spirits lifted. They were all precious to her; they were good children and she felt blessed to be surrounded by so much love. She got up and started serving.
‘Mama, why didn’t you have eleven children instead of eight?’ Mogau asked.
‘Ja, then we would have a full soccer team. Tau United!’ Dumisani agreed.
‘Nah man, never … Tshehla City.’ Mogau shared his sister’s married surname, ‘Tshehla’, because her ID book had been used instead of his mother’s when he went to register with the Department of Home Affairs.
Everyone laughed as they took a plate of food and sat down to eat.
‘We would be so much better than Witbank Spurs! They are bloody useless,’ said Dumisani.
‘Language, please!’ said Elizabeth. ‘We don’t talk like that here!’
Everyone fell silent. Then Mogau spoke up.
‘You are right, Mama, we don’t speak like that,’ he said. ‘But I mean, have you seen our team this year?’
More silence as the children waited to see if their mother was angry or not. Elizabeth sighed heavily, pretended she was disappointed, took the broom and went to the door.
‘I must agree. Losing to Amazulu last weekend? That was bloody useless,’ she said as she went outside. The table erupted in laughter and agreement and the children turned back to their food.
For the boys in Percy’s family soccer was their first love. They made sure that everyone was up to date on the latest goals, players and results.
As she swept the yard, Elizabeth worried that they were too soccer crazy. Maybe they were neglecting their schoolwork and other activities that would help them secure a better future. But she also knew that ‘boys will be boys’ and that it was a good thing they were involved in sports, not in other, far more dangerous activities. She was thankful that her sons were not like some of the neighbourhood boys. She hated it when boys she had known for years landed up in trouble or even in jail.
Inside the house, squeezed in between the people who loved him most in the whole world, seven-year-old Percy felt safe and secure. He smiled happily. He took a piece of chicken from his plate and wrapped it in a piece of old newspaper. He would give it to his mother, later.
Percy told himself that one day, he would make sure that when his family sat down at a table it would be covered with the finest food that money could buy.
