90 Minutes of Emotions I took a deep breath and looked down at my cleats. Their color, that once had been as white as snow, had during the past few months transformed into a dirty shade of grey. The view was very familiar, and so was the unpleasant but charming smell of grass, sweat and excitement. The locker room was anything but quiet; the loud up-tempo music from the speakers was forcing all the girls to raise their voices if they wanted to be heard. Usually, I am not the loudest person before a game, and therefore nobody seemed surprised that I now was sitting down quietly staring at my feet. Additionally, nobody noticed that I was concentrating hard to keep myself from bursting out in tears. This game was going to be very special to me in several ways. I had probably been in this situation …show more content…
Today, my personal amount of successful soccer actions was overwhelmingly outnumbering the amount of unsuccessful ones. Additionally, I was the one who made the first mark in the forever remembered match data, about 20 minutes into the game. My teammate ran with the ball on the right side of the field, looked up and crossed the ball in a way that would have made it land inside the penalty area. But before the ball hit the ground, I lifted my foot and hit it perfectly on a volley. For a second, time stood still and everything was silent. Then came the cheering. The people in the audience were screaming and the girls in green shirts ran toward me, everybody giving me hugs. During that moment, the only thing I felt was pure happiness. The game continued and I kept on delivering fantastic performances. During the middle of the game, I glanced at the audience and suddenly, I felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over me. There they sat, side by side, as if everything was exactly as it always had been. I knew that they both supported and loved me, they were just not going to do it together