Minute 28
I think it was the feeling of being so lost in the game, exhausted, and unable to move anymore. My joints in general were hurting, and our morality being demolished little by little by a 10-man team that got me in a desperate mode. I felt like quitting, right there: just exiting the field, taking my backpack and walking towards… I don’t know. But it was partially because I felt like crying. The physical pain was nothing compared to what my spirit felt like. I was about to yell just to vent, just to see if that helped lessen the pressure.
Then, finally, what felt like a sudden calm after a storm: the final whistle blew. I then shouted, out of joy and also because I had felt as if the tournament had been instead a torturement for us, at least for me it was.
As I approached the b
