Soccer: What Makes Me Coming Day?

There is a unique kind of smell when you walk onto a soccer field, a fresh, reminiscent of spring kind of spell. A smell of polyester and sweat. I like that smell.
I walked onto the field. To my left, a sea of green and yellow fans cheering on our opponents. To my right, friendly figures wearing black and gold. Most soccer player will tell you that every team has a different style or tempo. Some play fast while others play hard. Some play clean while others play dirty. Soccer has this ineffable quality about it, that certain nature that I find hard to describe but what keeps me coming day after day. Perhaps it’s the electricity that sends sparks through us we run fast as lightning or the feeling of smoothness and continuous motion as the ball