Soccer on Sundays
In a few days, it is going to be Sunday! I can not wait for it, I have been waiting for that Sunday morning, in which as usual, I will not want to wake up, but that is not a acceptable answer for my cell phone that rings increasingly violently if I do not wake up and turn it off, but after waking up, the unique feeling that makes me desire to take my uniform out, and get ready for the soccer match attacks me from the bottom of my soul
When the time finally comes and I am in the middle of the field, I can feel the humid breeze of the green grass in the morning, the rising sun that shines brightly on the surface of the round ball, then I take a look around to stare at the blue color of my team’s jerseys, it all makes me desire to start the game right away.
The strong blow of the whistle starts the game, while the minutes are passing by, I feel how my body starts to shiver of emotion, my blood is boiling inside my veins, these feelings give me the strength to defend my field, no matter what, no one will be able to pass through me, I will not let anyone score in my field, as a part of the defense, that is basically my job
1 … 2 … 3 goals have been scored, some corner kicks have been failed, and some other shots have made fear, but then the double blow of the whistle means that the match is over, then the strong and not too sweet smell of the sweat and even the heavy tiredness of the body, vanish when you see that someone outside is waiting for you with congratulations, fresh water and a lot of junk food ready to be eaten, that is what I call, the sweet and smooth taste of victory.
Once again, the match is over, it is time for the last farewells to my friends and also the time to have a rest… what can I say? I just love Sundays, I enjoy those Sunday’s matches just as a kid enjoys a new toy, but for me, soccer has been my new toy since I was 5 years old; I guess soccer is just the most precious toy I have ever had.
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