"You can do this."
Shot.
"Goal!" The whole stadium shook and I jumped out of my seat.
"That's my daughter! That's my daughter!" I yelled like a mad man as I pointed at her.
She ran to the stands and raised up her Jersey top. On her vest, 'that goal was for you dad', was written with a black marker. At the bottom left a heart was drawn with perfect curves.
So that's why she wanted me to watch her play? Goosebumps took a chance to attack me once again. Tears ran down my cheeks and I held a hand on my face.
"I love you baby!" I screamed, stretching out a hand.
When the girls where done with celebrating, they went back to their formations.
"Charming girl."
I turned and saw Saint sitting next to me. He wore black shades and put on a Jersey of my daughter's team. A smile was plastered
