I was in unbearable pain as we drove by the Bahamaboyz hoping to never ever see those ugly faces ever again.
This was the match, the one important match of my life which marked itself in the pages of my life history as I could never play soccer ever again in my life.
Even world famous soccer player Maradona could not always be accurate, I being an amateur.
I kept the ball on the white line drawn of chalk and focused on the bottom section of the football.
His sweat starts to drop down from his face to mine. I feel the mud on my hands as I slowly start to come back to the rest of the world.
The wheel that was on the football stadium bus reached Paonia. When the flywheel passes through a new rain puddle created early in the day, it moves fast, fast movement is the only sound.
Excitement, adrenaline, fans, and a perfectly manicured turf: these are all things that come to mind when thinking about a football stadium. The first thing I noticed when entering the stadium were the fans.
One of the most impressive football stadiums I have ever been to is, "Old Trafford." The first time I went there I was overwhelmed by the size, and beauty of it massive structure. There were so many of them, most of them were wearing the black, and white uniforms of Newcastle United. There was excitement and anticipation in the air as the thousands of fans started singing, and chanting for the teams.
In the fourth quarter with us in the lead by five the scoreboard shows six seconds. I strap on my helmet with great enthusiasm and head towards the field to take my position. Now I’m in so much pain, my bones ache as I start to get a headache.
I hear a whistle and see my opponent standing over me.