The smell of grass, the sight of a forward player making their way to the goal, and putting their heart into a kick, a kick so hard that makes the goalie jump so far up in the air that everyone is removed from their seats and are absent mindedly already on their feet. The sound of the crowd going wild, the feel of removing the sweat rolling down your face, the view of the sky as you look up to thank God for allowing you to make that move that you didn't know your body could make. The embrace you give your teammate after reading their pass so clearly that it was as if you were doing it and helping them finish with a beautiful assist. It's all so amazing to me. In most of our adolescence make-up , dresses, heels, jewelry, take over us , to hide our insecurities. In just one game, all that is changed, to jerseys , shorts, messy hair, skinned elbows, cleats & shin guards. In just one game , the frustrated, complicated,adreanalized human being comes out of you ,the real you gets to rule your body.
I love soccer & everything it evokes in me .
School ball has ended, and I cannot believe another season has flown by.
Thank you thank you thank you lady cards, for being such wonderful teammates for singing, for dancing, for yelling, for fighting, for crying, for kicking signs, for screaming at the ref, for taking out a girl whenever she was no longer my mark, for eating before every game, for making coach mad, for encouraging words, for playing the game . .
Strange , strange coaches...
Love Love Love Love Love. there is no other explanation :)
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