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On a cool, crisp morning, going out and plaing soccer is what wakes you up, and what makes you want to leave your room. Like a gazelle, you run across the ground, running to get the ball, in hopes that no one is in your pursuit. You feel the sweat dripping off of you, as this is a do or die moment. You can feel the cold wind peircing your ears, and as the earth beneath your feet is softly carrying your motion. At this stage in the game, you're running to the net, and all that's left now is to place the golden ball in the back of the net. Nothing makes you want to be out more than soccer.