Demba lived at the place the two men wearing tracksuits had brought him to. This place was Demba's new house. His home. The men working at the new house gave him soccer boots and soccer clothes when he first moved in to the new house.
Demba lived here for some time. He and the young boy that he had seen walking at the field practised together every day.
Three years after Yahya got sick and skinny and died, the two young men were playing on the field on the last day of camp.
"Are you nervous, Demba?" Demba wasn't, but the young boy was.
"Do you think you'll make it den?"
"I don't know, we'll see soon..." maybe he was nervous.
All of the young men at the camp put on their soccer shoes and their soccer clothes and played the last game on the field of grass. The ball passed through the goal made of metal with the net seven times. Demba played well. So did the young boy. After 90 minutes the many young men who lived together at the camp gathered in the centre circle which was painted white on the grass. The two men wearing tracksuits read out a list of names. These names were the names of the young men that were going to join the Cote d'Ivoire national football team. Demba wondered if they would get to meet Didier Drogba.
