As the sweat trickles at her brow she narrows her eyes towards the ball. Her hands stand steady at her side ready to grab the white and black sphere as soon as the striker presses her dirty up cleat against it. She feels the sweat pooling in her gloves as she regrets wearing her long sleeve jersey and slider pants out in this weather. With felt like hours but in related was only a few seconds she watched the girl kick the ball right towards the goal she was defending. None of her teammates saw it coming as their faces all formed into shocked expressions but she was ready. With outstretched hands a push of the ground she jumped towards the corner towards the ball. Within seconds she felt the pressure of the ball harshly glide into her gloves and she then attached a death grip not giving room for the ball to go further. As she fell to her side with the ball in hand she could hear her coaches scream out of excitement and surprise and her teammates all exchange happiness. This was a perfect kick from the opposing team yet it was also the perfect save from an inexperienced goalie.
Teams for me have always been a giant dysfunctional family. I grew up from one sport to the next and with age I realized how awful they can be.
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