Jumping Fist Pump
I scored the sickest goal of my life today in soccer. Dude lead me with the perfect through pass, I fasted past my defender, lined up my feet on the run, and ripped. I was probably just inside the 18 and it went right at the goalie at first, then curved over his outstretched hands and sucked back into the near corner. In my mind that shit was Winning 11.
I want to remember this because I still have a lot of emotional ties to how well I play soccer (not so much any other sport). I played it my whole childhood and only scored once in three years of playing in high school. Even younger, I remember feeling very dejected when I couldn’t keep up with my peers. That one’s for you, little guy (god, I am so self centered).