It's the pursuit

I guess he was couple of yards ahead with a clear sight of the goal. The keeper wouldn't stand a chance. I galloped from behind believing that I could match his astounding pace. I couldn't though. The only slim chance was a clean tackle from behind. On a rough ground like that, it would surely mean scratching your knees all red. I did it anyway. He scored anyway.

But surprisingly the despair of conceding that goal was eclipsed by the joyful pursuit and the sedulous belief. The remnant scars signify the resolute ambition. It's never the destination. It's never the closure. It's always the pursuit that we relish. Football or life, all the same.