Fußball

When pain is ignored to keep the game alive, game transforms to sport. 

Charging up the field, a trio of three sprints like wild stallions across the polished floor, shoes squeaking like angry crickets as they run. The goal is ahead, and the only thing in the sights of their aim. Yet they can still see all. 

Kick with your instep. Switch it up. Keep moving forward. 

I'm one of the boys running with amazing vigor. I can almost think what my the other two are to do next. I don't know how I see someone coming up behind me to steal the ball, but I switch sides with it before they can. A neat pass to a comrade on my right sends the ball sailing through the posts. 

Goal!