“Kick him harder!” The yell cut through the discuss, sharp and gnawing, louder than anything else on the field. It wasn't a ask; it was a request. The boy solidified for half a moment, his heart dashing. He wasn't indeed beyond any doubt who hollered it—a coach, a parent, somebody from the swarm. It didn't matter. The words had a weight that landed decisively on his shoulders.
He looked down at the ball, at that point at his adversary lying on the ground, clutching his leg. A string of blame shot through him. It had been a difficult handle, but it wasn't implied to harmed. He wasn't that kind of player. The words made him feel like he was gathered to be, in spite of the fact that. Like this wasn't a diversion any longer but a battle, and he was coming up short at it.
The screech blew, and the official motioned for the redirection to go on. The boy supported up, letting someone else take the free kick. His chest felt tight, rather like the words had held up themselves there, denying to let go. “Kick him harder.” As within the occasion that that's what winning suggested. As in case that's what made somebody strong.
He looked at the sideline, trying to find a recognizable go up against, some person who might tell him it was confirm to reasonable play, to ignore the clamor. His coach was pacing, his father was silent, and the swarm had as of now moved on. But he hadn't. The words still reverberated in his head, pushing him toward something he didn't ought to be.
When the ball came back his way, he faltered for fair a moment some time recently passing it cleanly to a colleague. He wouldn't play that way. Not for the swarm, not for anybody.
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