The match is almost over; there is nowhere to go; the fate is almost sealed; the crowd has already made peace you wont have your arm raised; the lungs are burning; the grip is stiff and fading; like sands through the fingers you feel each second falling through without a change; you are sliping into the dead hope zone; yet, as sure as the heart still beats, a second more is yet to come; at those moments forget the misery then; but remember hard how much has been paid in sacrifices from yourself and your team mates and coaches to get you there; you may not win, but honor all those who support you, on and off the mat; by giving everything youve got and no less; even if victory does not belong to you that day, you will earn the respect; with gold or no gold, a true champion will be born!
Posted on: Mon, 09 Jun 2014 06:41:21 +0000
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