Jacob...
''Okay, boys, tonight will determine either if we're finally ready to kick Bayern in the ass or not. Personally, I'm tired of walking out of the gate with another lose on my shoulders, reminding me that I'm not enough again, especially at home games. And I'm sure you're tired too. So, please, go out there and show them who's the owner of this field.'' Coach leans in and places his palm upward, for us to place ours and on count of three yell out 'Dortmund'.
My heart beats like crazy. All the sound fades away, leaving me and my beating heart alone. My vision clears up, as I stand at the gate along with my teammates and some kids that are here with us to follow out. The little boy holds out his hand for me to grab, and I do so.
One day I hope I will be here with my own son, holding his hand as we walk out for the world to see us.
My steps fall in a rhythm with the rest of the team.
''Jacob Birmingham, number twenty-two.'' A mans voice calls out, followed with crowd cheering and clapping hands.
I wave with my free hand to the guy calling out my name, and to the many cameras pointed at me.
I line up with the rest of the team, and I give a quick scan to the field part where usually all the interviewers and camera man's stand and everyone who's responsible for content, but I don't see what I'm looking for.
I did some digging last week and found out that she works for 'Deutschland täglich'. She's a mix of reporter, journalist and an interviewer.
On all of a sudden an instant yank pulls me out of my thoughts.
''Careful there, little man, you almost yanked my arm out of it's place.'' I look down at the responsible one for a pain in my shoulder.
''Sorry, sir. Are you stressed?'' The kid whose hand I'm holding asks me.
I look down to him. His eyes are pointed directly at me, as he waits for an answer.
''Indeed, I am. If you know, this is an important game.'' I answer.
''Yeah, I know. You'll kick Bayern's ass.'' He shrugs.
''I don't think you should be using words like that, young man.'' I give him a smile.
With my eye corner, I notice multiple red with white stripes jerseys run out on the field. The other, red and white dressed crowd cheers, as black and yellow crowd stays silent.
Bayern.
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