Before starting the game, I never imagined that this game would open a new chapter in my life. Therefore, as soon as the whistle blew, my partner and I ran towards the ball trying to catch it before our opponents got there first. This game felt just as normal as the other three games; high intensity, quick movements, trying to keep the ball under control and keep possession away from our opponents. Towards the end of the match, the ball was released from all our feet, so one of my opponents and I rushed at full speed towards the ball, to see who would regain possession. As we approached the ball, I shifted all my weight onto my right leg trying to catch it. However, when I did, my opponent kept running, came at me, and blew out my knee. When he did, I fell to the floor with a sharp pain shooting up my right leg from the knee down. Everyone ran screaming, "Are you okay?" What hurts you?" I replied with tears streaming down mine