Gemotions

The head referee's whistle blew, and the coach called him over. "We're going to put you on defence, David." David, a striker, his strength being scoring goals. He looked at the other players, suddenly unsure of his place. The goal, his domain, now belonged to someone else.

He could feel a tremor in his hands. The familiar rhythm of the game, the thrill of scoring, felt distant, like a forgotten dream. The green grass beneath his feet felt unfamiliar. He avoided the gaze of his teammates. The noise of the crowd faded.