The bright green grass… The white lines of the
field.
Slamming, pounding the earth as we run.
Everyone watches the ball.. The passing, kicking,
moving.
The bodies colliding, separating.
The smell of sweat.
The sound of the fans. Click icon
The shouts of the players.
Everyone aiming for the goalie, the net.
Desperate to shoot, to score, to cheer.
To
win.
I take the ball and begin to run.
I pass it; I receive the pass I get back.
Once again I run, breathing hard.
Sweating.
The pain, the striving, the hope.
The energy, the enthusiasm, the skill.
To win.