penalty kick, the game was ours. If we missed, the game went into overtime and we risked losing what we worked so hard toward. Overcoming immense obstacles, we rallied from a 5-2 deficit in the second period. Our best kicker was out due to a hip injury; two of our star players fell ill some a severe flu; and the captain must have underwent the psychological trauma of weeding through our roster to find replacements. My seats were top-notch, as I believed that paying the extra $20 was worth sitting an entire section closer to the field. My best friend next to me, popcorn in hand, I let a few yelps fly in support of my team. Loyal since childhood in spite of a deplorable record over the past decade, I consider myself a die-hard soccer fan. Over the past few years I have been unable to attend many tournaments...
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