Big victory inside

My sweating cold hand was holding my mother’s hand. I was clearly tense. As the line moved on and my turn came closer I could felt my feet and hands more and more perspiring. I’d already tried too many times, but always came back to the end of the long line all “fallen looked”. Finally I was there. In front of me an old soccer ball and not much far a smal goal all made in wood. I could felt my legs heavy and my body rigified, even so I had to try it again. I took distance, ran toward the ball, kicked and the same frustrating result. I was only four yers old, but I could already felt that pressure. Simple and even enjoyable things semmed like hard tasks. Since that age my exigence with my self was so excessive that couldn’t stand to make certain types of mistake, specially when they had to do with sports.

Twelve years later, with many experiences of pressure, glory and disappointments, I felt that my real test was comming. I passed on a “select test” to training on a soccer team which was going to play the most famouse women championchip at USA. I was one of the oldest of team and soon I became captain. I liked that position of lidership but also feared the challengings that it imposed.

At the semi-final the game was tough and fast ran in to the penaltys. I had already missed one and achieved other during the champ. When the coach asked who wanted to kick, I knew I had to answer “I do”, after all I was the captain and this was my function. I was the first to kick. Lots of thoughts invaded my mind on my way to the ball. Again that scene. But this time the ball was shining, the goal was bigger and a enormous goal-kipper was staring me with anger. I could see a bunch of people all rooting and cheering, but couldn’t heard anything. My mind was closed on its own thoughts. Again I felt my legs heavy and my body rigified. I took the ball and put it on the penalty spot. I felt my heart beating fast and my veins pulsating as I took few steps back. I looked the ball and concentrated all my energies. I ran in the direction of it like who run to overcome a bigger obstacle. When I saw that the ball was spinning inside the goal and the goal-kipper was looking me with sad eyes I ran as fast as I could to meet my team and celebrate. With them I celebrated the goal, but only I knew what the size of my victory.