2026-01-18, 08:30 PM - Word count:
After a strong season where CS Rova Mpanjaka finished in the top half of the SSL Minors division, it was an offseason to rest and recover in preparation for the next season. I was continuing to train, aiming to keep in as good of shape as possible for next season especially if the call from Celtic came in, and in my spare time I was enjoying watching the WSFC where the British Isles team was trying to make the region proud.
One day in summer, I was at home in Ireland and had just finished a training session. My older sister Caitlin had just gotten the news of her call-up to the Calgary Dragons a few days prior, and I had been one of the better forwards for Rova in the previous season, so I was optimistic that it would be coming soon. I felt like I was close, and it would be the fulfilment of the dream I'd been working towards for so long, but at the end of the day it was dependent on what the team's needs were and where I could slot into their system.
My phone rang. "Hello?" I responded, recognizing the number on the screen as that of the organization's manager.
"Good afternoon, Orla," my manager began. "Just thought I'd let you know that you'll be coming up next year. It'll be a bit of a different spot than you've been used to playing the previous two seasons, but you've been working hard to earn this shot and we're confident that you'll be able to adjust."
"That's amazing!" I answered happily. "I'm hoping to prove the management team right, and I'm really looking forward to getting started in Dublin next year."
One day in summer, I was at home in Ireland and had just finished a training session. My older sister Caitlin had just gotten the news of her call-up to the Calgary Dragons a few days prior, and I had been one of the better forwards for Rova in the previous season, so I was optimistic that it would be coming soon. I felt like I was close, and it would be the fulfilment of the dream I'd been working towards for so long, but at the end of the day it was dependent on what the team's needs were and where I could slot into their system.
My phone rang. "Hello?" I responded, recognizing the number on the screen as that of the organization's manager.
"Good afternoon, Orla," my manager began. "Just thought I'd let you know that you'll be coming up next year. It'll be a bit of a different spot than you've been used to playing the previous two seasons, but you've been working hard to earn this shot and we're confident that you'll be able to adjust."
"That's amazing!" I answered happily. "I'm hoping to prove the management team right, and I'm really looking forward to getting started in Dublin next year."
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