Karachi United

Yesterday after my swim training, my mom took my sister and I to Aspire Park. She said that there was an under 12 football team called Karachi United, coming from Pakistan to use Aspire's training facilities so she wanted to take pictures of them and we were going to support them since they had a match. At first, I wondered why it was such a big deal that Pakistani boys were coming to play until my mom told us that they were from Lyari.
Lyari is a very underprivileged town in near Karachi (where I'm from). The people of Lyari focus on sports a lot, for both boys and girls. They box, play football and etc, despite the fact that they have neither the proper resources nor facilities to play/practice in. A few months back, my aunt went to Lyari and took pictures of the murals of famous football players like Messi, Mohamed Salah and Neymar, covering the walls. Players as famous as them are idolized in Lyari, little children grow up dreaming of playing as well as them.
My sister and I sat through the match and watched them play against who I'm pretty sure were Aspire Academy.
The match ending with a tie, 0-0. That meant that there were penalties coming and my mom told me to record each in case they scored. By then, I was very sure they were going to win because of how well they had played. Karachi United got one out of three penalties, and the other team got two. As soon as the ball entered the goal, the opposing team exploded. Three of them took their shirts off, and they began to run circles around the pitch as if they won the World Cup. The Karachi United players dragged themselves to the side and one even started crying. I felt so bad for them, they had come from their little town in Pakistan to play without proper training, and they lost. I stood by my mom as she took team pictures, she kept saying, "All of you played so well, smile for us." though only one did. After congratulating them on a great match, we left and I couldn't help but be mad at the other team. They didn't even shake hands, they showed no sportsmanship at all.
On the way home, my mom told me that from that match, three of them had been chosen to go to the UK for proper training.

I showed kindness by watching the match and supporting them the whole way through even though I was hungry and tired after swimming, I realized how much this opportunity to come Doha really meant to those boys.
I wish them lots of luck in the future.