Football Short Stories
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Have you ever had that feeling during a football match?
That tingling sensation when your whole body is absorbed by the game, following each of the players' movements, looking into their formation, trying to anticipate their strategies...
That deep-rooted excitement when your favorite players step on the pitch... the simple sight of that kit that feels like a second skin, in that stadium that feels like home, with a team that has become family...
I'm sure a specific team just popped into your head didn't it? Or maybe a certain player?
Blaugrana, Merengue, Rojiblanco, Stripped, Bright Yellow, Fiery Red, Pale Azure, Royal Blue... out of all these colors, which one runs through your veins?
Either way, it all comes down to this 90-minute infinity. When everybody's hearts beats as one, all united to support one team that, with time, has become a part of us, something that defines us, and we couldn't be prouder of it.
How can you describe the feeling of seeing your team scoring a goal? That feeling that makes your chest swell with pride, when the overwhelming joy takes over the stress that had you biting on your nails until then.
So you can't help but jump up an down, not really caring who's watching, because for another countless time, you know that your team hasn't let you down. The mutual faith is still there and burns in your heart like wild fire.
And if that isn't something worth celebrating, then what is really?
That feeling, my dear, that majestic almighty feeling, is what football is all about.
Last Updated: September 2015 ✔