You had prepared, practiced, trained and developed strategies for all scenarios. You stepped onto the pitch as a team with all the tools needed to achieve the win. The battle is on and the tool box is constantly being opened to find that bolt that will shift the momentum of the game. Searching many times and not being able to find the right tool today. The struggle is real, the frustration has cast a haze above the pitch. The job today will be completed but not with the intended outcome. With that comes the time to look the defeat right in the eyes.
After a good nights rest, the morning sun brings the awareness again and fresh eyes to see the lessons. For that is where the real growth lies, in the loss, reviewing the errors, reflecting on what you brought that day. Here in this moment, when the sting is still fresh is where the growth lives and the skill of resilience is tested and strengthened.
What I do know is that team sports is a place where many lessons in life are learned. The rise and fall of a team mimics so much of a long successful life. Nothing is ever lost by every experience had, as long as you can learn to see it all with clear eyes.
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A Modo Mio.
Al Modo Mio 1974 
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