Adrenaline fills his body, and the roar of the crowd a drug to him, a sort of tension he craved, hinting a possibility of victory rather than the certainty that he finds fun.
Among the audience, a boy in his teens sitting in front of the television is screaming with excitement.
“I can drive you to the stadium if you would like, son. The match is yet to begin and I have two tickets for us” his dad calls out.
“Yayyy, you are the best”, he screams with enthusiasm.
He wants to be there to cheer his team, giving him the chance to feel tribal, to feel like a member emerging and dancing, when joy came as an elation when the player strikes the ball into the net, a goal!
He could never play the game though, he was like a computer broken or you just downloaded a virus into it. The boy with the help of his crutches struggles to stand up, and make his way towards the car, to drive off with his father to the stadium.
