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Soccer Game
Every Sunday afternoon when the whistle blows my dad and I sit down to watch some goals. We root for our team and exchange a few jokes; with beer and chips we enjoy the show. Sometimes it’s hard to root for our team they loose some though matches but mostly they prevail. The best thing about watching the game is how it takes my mind off all the problems at bay. I can still remember the first time that we sat down, the old and not so comfy chair that my dad loves and a weird stool was by his side. I was reluctant at first because nobody bothered my dad this was his sacred time, still with a big smile on his face he invited me to sit down. The game was not the important thing that day, people running up and down a field kicking a ball, something felt wrong about this weird show. Suddenly a big kick and a roar my dad scream a big Goal! He jumped and laugh with a big thud he hit my hand; I still did not understand what was going on but al least my dad was having fun. Time passed by and the Saturday game became a ritual at our home, I stared to learn some things and now had a favorite team. We watched the bad game those boring 0-0 draws, we had fun when our team when crazy and scored five goals, but there was something that was missing, the thing that had evades us for so long, the big trophy had never been part of our show. Five times our team reach the final, five times that Sunday night we where disappointed, but still we had faith this year will be ours was the phrase. With a new coach and a young team the start of the year was great, they where winning all the games they forgot about all the draws. Every Sunday was a party we had so much fun, the team put up a show so my father and I cracked some beers and a few jokes. The time came the big show arrive another final with our hopes that where sky high, our palms where sweaty and the air was tense there was no much conversation between the two chairs. The first goal came like a big wave of joy we hugged and screamed almost tripped the TV, but it did not matter we where minutes away from seeing our team lift the big thing. At last it came the final whistle I still can´t remember what happened next the big cheers and party stayed for days, I was just so happy that I had a chance to live these emotion alongside my dad.
