football
last wednesday i stepped once more on the hallowed grass at cuenca after what must have been months. although it was only 6 a side, and we were playing 1-touch-goal football (meaning in order to score a goal, you'd have to kick it on your first touch) with smaller goals, the very thrill of running with an objective (meaning i want to get to the ball, as compared to running on a treadmill or around the village) got the blood pumping again.
and then they came, the two magical moments. the first was a cross from the right flank, not too deep into enemy territory. i received the ball, being released down the line. immediately i kicked it at a forward angle towards the middle of the field, and the german guy i was playing with spun around and volleyed the ball into the top corner, a move not unlike the great zizou's magical kick a few years back. in that split second, i felt like david beckham and i must say, it was just magical.
the second one was about 5 minutes later, when the ball went out for a corner. it flew in high, heading towards the far post. being badly marked, i found myself in space and rushed forward to perfectly head it in at a narrow angle. it was one of those moments when you cannot do anything else but shout in triumph -- the sheer exhilaration of it makes it involuntary.
i love football.