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Descriptive Essay About Football

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Green grass splattered with tiny drops of rain, wrung from soft rain-clouds, tickle my sandaled feet as I walk across the field. Each step brings me closer and closer to the noise and excitement of the game but, even that isn't going to distract me. I imagine his face now, smiling at me. Absolute bliss wriggles its way like a worm into my stomach and suddenly I can't breathe. I almost laugh at myself for getting so flustered but then I remember that there's no time for that and my step counts continue – three... four....five..... It's cold and it seems that the cold air mirrors my thoughts, like a tiny hurricane of confusion. The sound of cheers and whoops pull me from my thoughts, allowing me to focus on the people standing on the sidelines. Clouds of white steam escape the mouths of the onlookers, I stop and stare at them all and I hesitate. The thought of going any further seems daunting but, then the whistle for the final try is blown and finally he comes into focus, like a camera capturing my thoughts. I see him clearly. His soft brown eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles and shrugs off compliments from his teammates like scoring the winning try is no big deal. So typical of him, brushing compliments off like crumbs. His teammates start to crowd around him, obscuring him from me. I nervously start to walk closer now, I tell myself keep going. A few steps away from him and I am greeted with the smell of sweat and muddy bodies. Our eyes meet over the top of his

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