It seemed like all was lost. I wiped the tear away and picked my head up only to see a cluster of emotions on the faces of my teammates. Some furiously red with steam rising and evaporating into the night sky. Others dragging themselves back to their starting positions, heads down and kicking the dirt with somber. But most of them with anticipation and nerves. A fire lit in their eyes, and I could see they were out for blood. Once I saw that, I knew that my team still had a little bit of fight left in them and we wouldn’t go down without a fight. My attitude quickly suppressed with that of my determined teammates and the others soon followed. I screamed at the top of my lungs “get the ball! It’s not over