The Football Pitch

The wheels continued to orbit on the axis of the hubcaps, all the way to Panola. It was a ten-mile trip that seemed to that it would not end in the next few decades. I could hear a whoosh, whoosh sound of the wheels as they ran through the rain puddles created earlier on that day. There was dead silence making one to hear even the drop of a pin on a sandy ground. We were all aware of what was at stake. Although it was a different thing for all of us, the obvious fact for both sides was that for us to have bragging rights in our future sports, we had to win this game. Every game in that season would not matter to us unless we won that game.

Every hit would be a nostalgic moment in our lives when we get old and are sitting down drinking coffee or porridge. We should be talking about the way we used to fly around the pitch, telling stories of who knocked who, or who hit who on their can. The bus was more of a tense silence than a sleeping silence such as the silence that is felt when groups of civilians invade the surrounding of another and expect to leave with items with which they should not leave. The most important thing that we expected to leave with was a good name or respect. The social activities help people to socialize and to read each others’ minds. The participation in social activities is a crucial element of the well-being of people as they help in enhancing empathy, communication, and connections.

The air was misty and dump and that gave us an impression that there was a possibility of postponing our game or have a game where we would be soggy with other liquids other than sweat. The house where we spent some time before the game commenced was full of the smell of hamburgers and hot dogs. The people that prepared that food stared at us with an intent that we would be overcome and succumb to their call. That put an awkward silence in the room, and we wanted to prove them wrong, that we would not give in to the call to buy the food. We knew that better planning of the activity ahead of us required us to be strong and tailor our efforts towards winning the game.

We then walked onto the pitch with our heads high as our pride also shined. It was clear in our walk that we were not going to back down on anything or anyone, that there was no weather too ferocious or an opponent that would be too large to make us lose the game. Then the heavens began to sprinkle as the air was filled screams and yelling. The field began receiving the players for both sides. It was indeed a great day for me. As we walked on top the pitch, anther feeling stepped onto my mind; we are not going to be outdone by the opponent in any way whatsoever. The smell in the field was like wet mildew as the red and white flew round the field. We played like that until the rain stopped and the results were impressive, yes, they were indeed impressive but to the favor of the opponent. I learned that proper planning results in success and that was where we failed.