Minute 25
There we were, the whole team minus 3, fifteen minutes before kick-off, thinking to ourselves before the tourney started, that we had thought we would beat the competition easily. We were so confident and so sure we would win the tournament, or at the very least come second.
And we had not won any games so far. We were tired, injured, and demoralized. The dreaded fourth and last game was here. Reality was setting in.
Coach Studer asked me to play out as a striker. I would be working with whoever was on my right side, the second striker, and Gio. Between the three of us, we would create opportunities to score. My instructions were simple: get the ball, control it, pass it to either of the two.
I liked that, partly because it was something I could do as long as I was not challe
