I was on the edge of my seat the entire game last night. Between the head-butts, kicks halfway across the field, and goals that were so close I could taste them, I was completely mesmerized. It was like I had found my true love, except, well...oh, never mind. The experience was enthralling, and it was as though I had ended a novel with a cliff hanger -- I wanted more!
Yes, yesterday was the first soccer game I've ever attended. And yes, I attended because my cousin was playing and I needed ten bonus points in chemistry. *shuffles feet* But you definitely made it worthwhile! With a score of 1 to 1, 10 minutes of overtime, and then PKs, my nerves were kicking in. During the last shot, you had everyone on their feet. I can still picture it: the ball flying through the cold, autumn air, whirling past the goalie's opened hands, and making a comforting swish as it landed in the net. For only a moment, there was complete silence, then the crowd roared with applause and fans flooded the field. The soccer guys attacked each other with hugs and noogies*, full of pride for their team and the heart each player had given. It gave me that warm-fuzzy feeling* from the ends of my hair to tips of my toes. And it was only 30 degrees outside.
What a great sport you are. One game and you've won (no pun intended! ;)) me over. I can't wait until we meet again.
Sincerely,
Anna
*an action in which a guy puts another guy in a headlock, then lovingly scrubs his victim's head with his fist as though washing a dog
*the sensation that occurs when you see a puppy sleeping or a baby smile :)
