What if there were no heroes, no storylines, what if children never dreamed of becoming the next Eusebio, Pele, Maradona, Cryuff, Charlton, or Beckenbauer? In a world made up of very few David's yet so many Goliath's, we're now left to support men whom have seemingly been told to play for the names on the banners which glow along the sidelines, of stadiums which are branded by corporations that only care about their bottom line. The game which was so beautiful, years ago, has been replaced by the theatrical, the aquatic (dives), and the ol' bait and switch. We've embarked upon a time of clubs with money buying all the talent from around the world, not in an attempt to win titles but in attempt to keep up with market share/value.

As I watched this video, I looked at men such as Beckham, Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Messi, Alessandro Del Piero, Terry, Iker, Gerrard, and David Luis who've changed the course of people's lives by simply being the men on the back of the jersey and not necessairly placing team first.

I say this so often, "Life is fragile and it comes at us quickly". What if there were no heroes, no storylines, what if we who were children, yesterday, never dreamed about being the next George Weah, Michael Owen, Roger Miller, Gheorghe Hagi, Gabriel Batistuta, Roberto Baggio, Bebeto, or Jose Luis Chilavert, where would this beautiful game be without us?

All we can do is applaud those stars who understand where they came from and who fought to fulfill their dreams, all we can do is sit in silence and hold our baited breaths when they're approached by others who have a dream that need not be crushed but instead merely embraced.

A $200K wage per week doesn't make one a star, it simply makes them rich; however, taking your "star" off your chest and extending your hand to say, "Thank you for supporting me..." This is what heroes are made out of, this is where storylines are drawn, this is where dreams are made.