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32 Minutes

When the ball touches your hands it starts.
The adrenaline, the excitement, the fear
We've prepared, we've practiced, but now,
Now is when it counts
It's time to put all those early mornings
Those late nights
Those long hours we spent in the gym
It's time to put those to work
The blood sweat and tears we've shed now hold meaning.
Everything we've worked for
Now, now is when it counts
We have 32 minutes
Those hours we've spent come down to this,
To these 32 minutes,
32 minutes to prove everyone wrong,
To prove that we are good enough
No more mistakes, no more, "I'll get it next time"
No, it's now!
31 minutes later, there's still one more thing to prove
One final shot
Did it go in?
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