That ONE Feeling

I scan the field with pure adrenalin and rush to get open for a pass. The soft grass lays the ball right in front of me and I snap my hip to make a sharp cut around a defender. Touching the ball with the laces of my shoe, I jog slowly and dribble to open space. I’m only at midfield and I look to the right of me and see a red jersey open. With a sharp swing of my leg, the ball glides off of my foot and slowly makes its way to my teammate. I plant my foot and accelerate to open space for a “Give and Go” and the ball returns to my white cleat. Approaching a defender, I can see beyond them that there is clear field after this opponent. I can feel the points of the bottom of my cleats as I lay them on top of the ball and drag my foot so the ball comes with me when I do my favorite turn. Staring back at me is the wet grass is the strong force of the wind, the small goal, and the determined eyes of the keepers. I take a short touch with the ball with the outside of my foot and arch my hip backwards to come up with enough power for my shot. I push threw and watch the spiraling ball, spin out of the goalies reach and into the far right corner of the net. My mind stops and a rush of pure happiness and satisfaction is what fills it.