Football: The Gold Generation!
Go to school
"Pritt .. prittt .. pritt!!"
The final whistle of the match in the sound, the final score shows the Indonesian national team 2-1 ahead of the Kuwait national team.
The call of the audience at GBK stadium was so echoed that it sounded out, as well as all football lovers in Indonesia who shouted because Indonesia qualified for the 2026 World Cup in America.
Happiness also colors the faces of the players, their smiles, along with spilled tears. Haru's cry broke in the middle of the green field.
The warm embrace of family, embracing each other lifting tired which finally bears fruit, the victory that is anticipated in fact can be enjoyed.
"Yeah, we finally got the world cup!" Shouted Al, a young Indonesian goalkeeper, aged 21.
"In the end we qualified for the world cup yes" said the Minister of youth and sports at that time. His face was proud, even his eyes were difficult to hold back the furrow that was about to fall. Eyes that hold memories of a long journey to this spot.
"Alhamdulillah sir because this year our football is in the golden generation, talented children are imprisoned in the country collected in a unit of our national pride Team, the golden generation of the Indonesian national team" said the chairman of PSSI, said, no less haru, his face was equally proud.
The two old men looked back at the players on the pitch, their gazes pointing one at a time at the players.
The focus falls on Al, the goalkeeper from the Indonesian national team who now carries a red and white flag walking in the middle of the field with pride. The red and white flags were fluttering loudly, as if to tell the world, they were coming.
"Golden generation, hope is upon you. Six years that haven't been easy for all of us."
6 Years ago ...
...****...
"Dring! dring!"
Hearing the sound of the alarm, Al woke up from his sleep. His eyes he closed a few more times, to clarify his view.
"Ahh it's morning." Al wakes up, his hand reflexes instantly turn off the alarm on his phone which is quite noisy.
The holiday of graduating Junior High for a month was not felt, even though Al wanted to take a longer vacation. The steps he took to start the activity today, the day he entered school.
Today is the first day Al entered school at Segri 70 Batam High School.
His name is Alfein, Youth aged 15 years, this year entered the 10th grade, has a height of 177 cm, hobbies playing music, drum skills. One word to the conclusion of his face, handsome.
At 6am, Al dressed in white ash left the house for the bus stop to go to school.
..........
Al arrived at the school, the school gate was still open, meaning that the young man was not late.
Somewhat far away from him, there seemed to be a tall man, Al as if he knew him, the man looked familiar.
Somewhat near Al walking he became aware, it was Wawan, Al's friend since he Junior High. They did agree to enter the same SMA, SMA Negri 70 Batam.
It seems that the first day of Al was not too bad because when he entered the gate, he could already see Wawan standing there.
Bukh!
"Woi, all alone?" Al patted Wan on the shoulder, embracing the man like a sidekick.
"Some surprise you." Wan rubbed his chest, his heart just wanted to get angry.
"So early in the morning, I watched anime." Al saw Wan's phone that was displaying a moving animated screen with a typical Japanese anime sound.
"I'm tired of watching anime, eh btw you want to enter what school? isn't there an exkul Drum band that you joined in SMP?" Wan asked a little curious, the article this fellow in arms used to only follow the activities of drumband, if there is no drumband excul, what does he want? Not participating in excrement value can be less.
"I don't know if I also don't know, if you want Wan to enter what excrement?" Al sighed, this was also one of the problems that Al had been thinking about since yesterday.
"Hmm Japanese ekskul." The answer, while putting on an arrogant face, is indeed the exkul is rather difficult.
"Basic of acute wibu. Want to be surprised but it's Wan." Al guessed it anyway that Wan would choose this exkul. You see it is clear that Wan is indeed more interested in learning Japanese.
Suddenly the school bell rang and the headmaster asked his student to the Hall for an introduction to the school environment.
Everything was asked to line up neatly, including Al and Wan who were also lined up.
The old man, in the teacher's distinctive uniform, advanced to the top of the podium, his hand holding a mic, to harden the sound to reach the ears of these new students even to the very end.
"Welcome to SMA Negeri 70 Batam, introduce the name of Mr. Lukman Fathir father is the principal here for the next 3 years!"
As the headmaster was making a speech, Al's focus shifted to something else.
He glanced one by one at the girls who were lined up a bit away from him, his eyes he focused on looking for the whereabouts of the girl. Someone precious enough to him.
'Ah there's no him here it turns out I'm in kibulin."
al said in his heart. A little disappointed, Al refocused himself on the headmaster's speech.
Existing extracurricular list leaflets shared by upperclassmen. Al walked while reading every extracurricular that existed, nothing caught his attention, he immediately threw the paper onto the floor.
Al left the Hall while looking for some fresh air.
At the same time Mr. Danang, a sports teacher and soccer coach, spoke using Mic.
"For the new students, who are interested in participating in soccer excursions please come to the field now."
Al doesn't care about the announcement because he doesn't have any skills in football. According to him, participating in the experience without talent and intuition is the same as a waste of time.
"Ahh if only I was good at playing football I would definitely go into soccer exkul."
Al actually likes to watch football, it's just that he's not good at it, it's difficult for him.
...........
On a school field filled with green grass, children who follow soccer extracurriculars are gathering to practice together.
Mr. Danang stood in front of the children's line. He as an extracurricular coaching teacher gave instructions to his students.
"Alright for 1st grade children please introduce yourself" ordered Mr. Danang, he stared at the first grade line there.
"All right, I'm first." A rather tall young man raised his hand. "Include my name Rizki Syaiful, my position is my hobby striker is to print Hatrick I am an alumni of Junior High School Tunas Pelita greetings everyone."
Very confident, was the conclusion of the bright face of this young man.
"I'm Doni defensive midfielder position, I come from the same Junior High School as Rizki, Junior High School Tunas Pelita." One more young man, the young man who still wears the school hat.
Follow the introduction of other 1st grade children one by one, introducing their names, school origins, and positions when in Junior High School. From their smiling faces, it was clear they loved the ball.
*puk!
One applause averted every first-grader's gaze, all of whom had finished introducing themselves. They looked at the tall young man, with an authoritative face, the charisma of the leader was already felt only from his expression.
"Okay my name is Ridwan, the defender, I am the captain of this football club." The young man introduced himself, he was Captain Ridwan.
"As you know this school has minimal achievements in football even qualify to the provincial level we are difficult. The best achievement this school has ever achieved is only the round of 8 of the city. Therefore please cooperate so that we set a new record to honor the name of this school." Furthermore, a little explained about the extracurricular background of football in this school.
"Just calm the captain while there is Rizki Ronaldo we will definitely be champions at the city level!" Said Rizki arrogantly, maybe it is the nature of his son.
..........
"Excuse me sir?"
Ridwan, the chairman of the football team met Mr. Danang. It was not Ridwan's initiative to come, but Mr. Danang himself who called him earlier.
"Yes Ridwan please sit."
Ridwan sat down, he looked at Mr. Danang who also looked serious. "What's up, sir?"
" We are short of goalkeepers, our main goalkeepers last year were 3rd graders and have graduated from this school, 1st grade kids are also no goalkeepers. Is there a 2nd or 3rd class kid who can be a goalkeeper in your opinion?"
"There's a sir, Adit's 2nd-grader but for the tournament we need at least 2 back-up goalkeepers."
"I give you a job, find a high grade 1 kid let me train him to be a goalkeeper."
"All right sir."
.........
The conditions in the field are still crowded, the children who attended the training session are practicing, with the supervision of Ridwan the captain, as well as Mr. Danang the guidance teacher.
The focus of Ridwan and Mr. Danang is on two boys there who are cool themselves doing shooting exercises. He is Rizki and Doni, two boys from the same Junior High, are training together. Mr. Danang paid some attention to Rizki, Rizki's great confidence since the introduction was also based on good skills, should it be?
"Don! take care of this let me shoot!" rizki said while shooting hard, a kick that produces a strong enough ball speed.
But alas, outside the ball predictions deviated and instead led to a girl who was walking not far from the field.
"Revelation!"
Seeing that Al who was exactly one meter behind him ran towards the ball and deflected it.
"Yeah!!" the girl shouted while protecting the head with her hands, closing her eyes in fear.
How shocked the girl when the strong ball that was kicked by Rizki did not hit him, he tried to open his eyes slowly, it turned out that the ball had been caught by Al.
"Aah?" Mr. Danang flinched subtly, it seems that he found something interesting now.
