They are the only ones who relate to me. I am the only one who relates to them. 21 dedicated players with hearts obstinate to win, who possess fascination to the game that unites them. 21 who somehow found each other amongst the folly of high school. 21 commendable souls who devote their lives to the sport of scoring a goal in a net. From the bench I can gaze at their spirit, an incredible prospect of which others are incapable of understanding.
Their captivation is secret. They send the ball from on side of the field to the other, without thinking twice. The run up and they run down and grab the earth with their plastic cleats and aim for one thing, to make the net happy. This is how they subsist.