000; Third Person Sample
Mihashi was nervous, but it wasn't the same as when he was in middle school. He didn't feel sick, or dizzy. He didn't feel ashamed, or embarrassed. It was near the end of the match, and it was tough, but Mihashi's knees weren't turning to jelly under him, and his breath was coming in an easy, regular rhythm. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't alone.
If it's this team, he thought, eyes bright and sharp as he chanced a glance behind him, where the runner on second was leading just a little far off the base, If it's this team, it might not be impossible.
Mihashi could feel his teammates around him, feel their energy even when they weren't in his line of vision. He knew that the in-fielders were alert. The air was tense in a way that made him feel like the outfielders were all on the balls of their feet, waiting to bolt towards a long fly if they needed to, or dig in where they stood so they could make a quick pass if the ball came.
If it's this team, Mihashi thought again, staring hard at the batter and pressing his lips together in that wobbly, wide, not-quite-smile that seemed to make other players go stiff in the shoulders. We might be able to -- He wound up and let fly in a long, smooth motion that sent all his weight onto his forward leg. "-- to win!"