Gemotions

He stalked across the field, the setting sun casting long, angry shadows. Coach Thompson's pronouncements rang in his head: "Need more speed." "Not enough grit." He kicked at a loose clod of dirt, sending it flying. His lungs burned with the effort of trying to hold back the tide of emotion. He wanted to tear off his cleats, to throw them into the woods, to obliterate the very idea of ever playing again. He stopped, digging his heels into the grass, resisting the urge to shout.