Gemotions

The referee's whistle blew, and the coach yelled, “Get in there, Kevin!” Kevin had always been a forward, chasing the ball, scoring goals. Now, he was being asked to play sweeper. The idea of defending, of thwarting the other team's offense, felt like a complete reversal of his instincts. The crowd's cheers faded to a distant murmur.

He felt a sudden chill, despite the warm spring air. He walked onto the pitch, each step uncertain. He felt a sudden urge to turn around. The other players seemed distant, almost hostile. He longed for the simple clarity of his old position.