Chasing the ball

Part 9

In the interior of his office, the therapist pale Ale continued the session engaging directly to the ball.
I mean, what happened with what we talk about in so many sessions, Nicholas?
I've been having secrets, again. Nicholas replied while looking at his feet. 
The therapist took a second and then said, What have you been doing? 
I've been around. Playing. Different groups. Started to wonder around fields, in case someone is needed. I go alone, by myself. Many times a week.  
Why? Pale Ale asked leaning forward in his chair.
Instantly he added, show me. 
Nicholas stared at his therapist and replied with a nod of his head.

Thirty minutes later Nicholas and Ale were seated in front one of many football courts in Buenos Aires.
One of the matches was mixed with female and male players, running and kicking the ball together as the same.
Therapist and patient remained silent, watching.
The pitch was placed in the center of the Las Heras Park in a night of spring in the last days of november. There was a full moon above them. 
The therapist opened a can of beer and then took a long sip while following the ball with his eyes. You have to face it. There is something in the game that really matters to you. I don't know what it is. You have to find out. 
The next day Nicholas texted his friends and insisted, one more time to arrange a weekly football match, but he found out that Carlos have reunited the boys to play with his coworkers in his company's private pitch. Nicholas did not know what to do when he was added to a private group chat in his cellphone, and when he was asked to play with them.