I've found my newest passion last September: football! It certainly kept my blood alive every weekend when I meet with my newfound friends and teammates for some ball-kicking fun.
We had been joining a number of tournaments since December, which was a great outlet for us, soccer aficionados. But I dare say that I’ve never met a player who plays football so dirty until last Sunday.
That girl, who's slightly bigger, was so into grabbing hands, pushing me all over, and even grappling at my collar. When I couldn't take it anymore, I approached the referee. What really ticked me off was that the referee did not even bother to call a penalty against her! It made me so mad that I cried and even hyperventilated on the field, falling short of breath and patience.
Thank God it was the end of the first half and we had a little break because the referee had to look for something. My teammates and a friend talked to me and said that if the referee does not make a call, I must continue playing. I should not lose my temper because we are at the height of our energies and I’d risk my game. Not only that, but I might also be evicted from the game. They also advised me to jump and breathe deeply so I can rub my anger off. And guess what, it helped. So I was ready to kick some balls again.
