Somethings are better said in English.
Tying up my boots and taping up. The clatter of studs. Tension. Anticipation. I know what's coming. We all do. But it still stirs me, like it's always done. I'm part of something that matters, that everyone around me treasures. Why does it mean so much? Maybe it it's that great explosion of energy and adrenalin. The thrill of contact and scrambling for possession. A killer tackle. That run.The feeling when it all comes together. A team being one. Or a pint with your mates afterwards. One thing I do know. I couldn't live without it.
Not completely my own text but good enough to share...
Greetz,
Guido
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