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I really like soccer. I remember when I was sixteen, playing soccer for my high school team. We were playing one of our rivals. I was a substitute, so less was expected of me than many of the others on the team. It was during the first half, and I got hold of the ball near the goal. Already so close, I had merely to tap it in. After I did, I received the greatest praise I believe I've ever received in my life, then and since. My teammate picked my up and carried me halfway across the field.

At a different game, I ran up to a player much larger than me. About five to seven feet from me, he kicked the ball directly toward me. It struck me directly on the face. Numb and disoriented, I walked away and was yelled at by a teammate who must not have seen what happened (or who thought it wasn't that bad).

I guess we all have our good and bad days!
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