calcio ·
calcio ·
Can you imagine?
Chasing & kicking a ⚽️ for 23 years?
I can. And I’d do it again. Calcio showed me the world.
It taught me more than anything else in my life.
It made Mattia Cella, Mattia Cella.
I played PRO in Italy and in the US.
Nothing like life-changing contracts.
But still.
I’m not implying that it’s only about where one ends up.
But when I realized Mattia Cella wasn’t going to win the UCL… I kept playing. I just loved the game too much.
I love freekicks ·
I love freekicks ·
Where I played.
A little bit all over the place, as you can see.
This does not include coaching little kids on the side, too. **
But this covers it!
** If you can call that “coaching.” Some call it babysitting. But anyway.
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Small town in Italy. Even smaller club. That’s where I started.
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Sampdoria used to play in Serie A back then. Their academies noticed me, and decided to give me a shot.
I became captain in one year.
Played there for 6.
Won “Best Player of the Tournament” 11 times.
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I joined Sampdoria’s toughest rival. Genoa C.F.C.
Had fun for two years playing there.
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Entella used to play in Serie B back then.
I stayed here to play my Primavera League and debuted PRO in Serie C.
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Serie D.
I came hero to grow and develop to be able to join another Serie C in the future.
Instead….
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I moved to the US.
Joined a D2 team in New Jersey.
Spent 3 years here. I did well.
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In fact, I did so well that I signed a PRO contract with New York Cosmos.
Played there for one season before the team…
Folded.
Back to school.
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Played D1 while doing my MBA.
Had fun. Scored a golden goal.
Met so many people.
I hung my cleats.
One day I woke up and suddenly… no practice to go to.
No game that Saturday either.
But luckily (and I don’t know how), it’s been a healthy farewell for me.
NO:
Mental crisis
Depression
Running crying to mom.
I accepted it and moved on.
To where, you ask? Look no further ↓
Ball Bag → Banker Bag.
Cleats → Oxford.
Jersey → Shirt.
Match → Report.
You get the point.
