The football team went to the ball every week, never saw Cinderella there or any prince, but we sure did the dance with whomever showed up.
The football team was hard times that in the passage of time became good times. Perspective. We players became better humans because of it.
Our football team was welded as one in the pitch-wars, we were each other's arms and we kicked ass for as long as was ever needed to fight onwards for this victory and ever other. There were lessons in loss. There were lessons in winning. Whatever came, we made sure it made us stronger, that's how champions are built.
Two armies of eleven walked onto the green to pitch war in the way civilised societies have come to.
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