The striker kicks the ball into my lunging left foot, I feel sudden, sharp pain in my leg, yet I turn to see the ball squirt safely past the endline.
'You ok?' The striker asks, worried that his kick hurt me.
'Yeah. I'm fine. I just pulled my hamstring again.' As I jog away happy to have defended the goal.
As you might guess, soccer is one of my passions. In childhood, a neighbor said, 'Everyone can play soccer and it's inexpensive. All that you need is a ball and you can play in your band shoes.' (Whatever band shoes are.)
Speaking of wearing band shoes, this reminds me of last summer when I watched the locals play soccer in Sunset Park in Brooklyn, NY.
Look at these shoes...
The boys apparently could not afford two sets of soccer shoes, so they shared. One spiked shoe to each boy.
The thought still brings tears to my eyes.