The seconds pass fromwith an incredible slowness. Not waiting anymore until our victory, we play as if our life depended on it.
The faces are covered in sweat and the heart, which beats to a hundred and thousand beats per hour, .
I hear the cries of encouragements coming from the spectators.
At this time so of the match, we gain that of a half not. We are not entitled to theany errors.
My eyes follow each movement of this orange balloon.
Suddenly the other team catches the ball and undertakes toa mMark, this is when one expects the bell, which asignnounceals the end of the match.