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Breakaway

I remember it was the bottom of the second half
The score 3-1
We were losing
The other team had just scored off a pk.
I remember the ref wouldn't tell us what the call was,
I remember receiving the ball at half
as i turned and took a touch…
For a breakaway
I remember being so focused
All i could hear were touches on the ball.

I remember wind blowing against my face
As i dribbled down field.
I remember taking a deep breath
As i wiped sweat off my forehead
With my black adidas glove
I remember my lips chapped and fingers numb
As my touch controlled the ball
I remember looking up.
Just me and the keeper.




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