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The other end of the field seemed endless due to my uneasiness of this new setting, surrounded by trees and fences. Even the cheering crowd that used to be as loud as a rock concert was now dead silent. I always wondered why he had more hair growing on his chin than on his head. I felt ready to go out on the field and win one moment, but the next I felt completely incompetent and nervousness overtook me. I tasted sweat in my mouth running down from my forehead. My feet routinely dribbled the ball left and right, right and left, faking and cutting through four opponents who looked like they were about to eat me alive. I instructed my nail-biting teammates to take a couple deep breaths and calm themselves down. I began stretching and warming up again. A trophy had never seemed more magnificent. Reflecting his encouragement, I cleared my mind of every thought, every worry, and all insecurities. The team's form and techniques were executed with perfection. For as long as I had competed in soccer, my team had easily attained victory after victory in our division. The tournament had arrived suddenly, and my readiness melted away. As we met eyes with the opponents, they looked at us with contemptuous smirks wide across their face, which brought back my nervousness. The energetic, excited aura that overcame me just a couple of minutes ago had completely morphed into anxiety and nervousness.