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Wednesday, September 28, 2022

What do I have left with the goalkeeper

We just got into the locker room and the coach told me that I’m going to play this certain match, one of those finals that everyone wants to be in and in which only a select few get the honor of taking the field. starting eleven. I turn on my bench and start rummaging through warm-ups, sports clothes, shoes, and I can’t find my glove bag. The bag in which, in addition to my usual two pairs of gloves, I carry for the day a pair with lots of water and, at the bottom, a pair of those amulets you’ll forget for a day, torment, you realize That they fell in the last washed. My first thought is to rummage through the mess around me because the bag is big, white, clear, one of them is impossible to lose.

My teammates go to the field to warm up and the goalkeeping coach tells me he’s going out with them and if he starts working with other goalkeepers…

Won’t that happen, what?, I ask myself as I run toward the bus that brought us into the field because I think I remember leaving my bag there, next to the other row. To the left. a whole life in football and today I forget my magic bag, today we risk everything in this mythical stadium I am going towards the bus or going in the opposite direction. All I know is that there are more and more people in the hall and my feet are starting to weigh a ton. Well, that ton is usually just before big events, that moment of agony in which I feel like my shoulders are heavy, my back ache and my knees are locked and when only the hands are nimble, each ball is hit. Pause, clear every shot.

So, focus, be confident and find out where that damn bus stands. Finally, amidst all the crowd I see the blue nose of our bus, I see the driver start removing him from there and park him at his place, where he will take us back with the cup. Will wait for us with confusion. I jump and look at my favorite line and, eureka, there it lies on the floor, lost and dirty as if it has been a lifetime. My bag That’s my bag, isn’t it? I rip it open and discover those white gloves I love so much. I jump off the bus and start chuckling at people, the public, television cameras, and even some gardeners, who come back from fixing the field and tell me the warm-up is over. It is done.

Okay, I’m going to go to the locker room just in time for a quick set-up, put on my green jersey, put on that jersey that’s been with me throughout this tournament and jump on the pitch with the team, even if I never Wouldn’t have thought that this corridor is so long, and not so many people could be here just before the game. I don’t even understand why the Champions League anthem has started playing if I haven’t gone to the locker room yet. At the same time, when I open the back door of that huge locker room, I see my comrades leaving. A red goalkeeper jersey goes to second place.

Everything gets dark, dark, dark… Before the tenth part I open my eyes and find myself in bed at home sweaty, shaken and bewildered.

This is the last thing I have left from the days when I was a goalkeeper.

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