More than a sport, soccer is a passion, the feeling of adrenaline, the feeling of a won game, and the sadness and disillusion of a lost game, it's what makes it special. I have played soccer all my life, the first time I participated in a league I was 8 years old then and all the other guys were 11 to 13. My dad used to assign me to teams where all the other guys were older than me, he said that playing in that way will make me a better player, and also gives me character, he also assigns me to a team that I really wasn't comfortable at all, because they don't like me to play, but the couch was nice with me because he was a good friend of my dad, I remember one game that was at 10:00 in the morning, with the sun burning your back, and sweating like never before, and I still not knowing the sport I was just standing in one place because if I moved the other guys will yell at me, I don't remember his name, I think I never knew it, but every time he yelled at me I wanted to give him a good hit at his face, I say that now, but at that moment I obeyed him, he taller and older than, I don't want problem with him, but one time following my mother's word of not paying attention to that guy, I moved from my aparted position, for the ball in the middle of the field. And there I was, just looking the others guy fighting for the ball, I didn't know what to do, to keep my position, or to try to steal the ball, in no time I decided to go for the ball, running to it, suddenly one of my team was able to steel the ball, and I decided to go with him, I was tired but I keep running, I knew that it was part of becoming a good soccer player, when we got to be in front of the goal there was only one defense, the other defense were coming very fast after us, it was a moment of fast thinking, rapidly the defense faster than my friend slide to him to capture the ball, but at the last minute he gave a pass to me, we were the only ones at the attack, lucky of me...