Remember, as a child, the first time you saw the beautiful game played. There was something in that moment, that instantly got you hooked, that set your destiny to love this game for the rest of your life. A dribble past a defender. The ball curling into the back of the net. A defence splitting pass that is timed perfectly. A diving keeper at full stretch just getting his fingertips to the ball to defend his goal. A flash of brilliance that takes your breath away. A diving header. A crunching tackle that you feel even when meagrely observing. The moment of unknown just before a penalty is kicked. The incredible joy of winning. The utter devastation of losing. The comradery of the teammates, working together, playing for each other, aiming to put that ball in the back of the net more times than the other team because for those 90 minutes that is all that matters. The passion of the fans. You can never forget the passion of the fans. Who will chant and cheer and jump and celebrate and cry and dream and want that win just as much as the players on the field. That is football. That is the game we love.
"Phoenix till they lose"
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