text:  They only let me join in when one of the boys was tired of playing or needed a drink. Then they'd say, OK, come on in, join the team. But I barely get to touch the ball before they came back. I'd practice at home too, hiding from my mother. My family didn't have the means to buy a football, so I would take my socks and stuff them with paper and leaves. One moment of glory still sticks in her mind. The best day of my life, right?