My football team won a game yesterday. Leeds was just above us in the standings, so going into the game we all would be happy with a result that saw us holding a lead. Going into the half at 3-0 was fantastic.
In the second half we came out with another quick goal to make it 4 – 0. After that, we played a bit with the handbrake on and allowed two goals. Now the nerves began to twinge and stomachs were filled with acid. By the time the final whistle blew Arsenal held on for a 4 – 2 victory.
As I said, on Sunday morning before kickoff, most Arsenal fans would be thrilled to know we would score 4 goals on the way to a victory. Somehow allowing the “other guys” to score after being up by 4 made it feel a bit more hollow. We get focused on keeping the clean sheet instead of finishing the game on top. Yet, at the end of the day, it’s all about the win, and nothing else.
In my recovery I can sometimes get my mind set on perfection. I let small mistakes seem bigger than they are. I let myself get defeated when my walk isn’t 100%. Now, a day after the win, I’m not as upset by those two goals that got by us. I’m reveling in the win and moving up the table. I’m remembering how fun it is to…
—Rise Up!!
Minister Of Mocha 