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I hate how much I want him...

We've played against each other a handful of times now.

Every match is the same. I promise myself I'm going to ignore him. Then he flashes that cocky smile after winning a tackle... And suddenly I'm forgetting which goal I'm supposed to be attacking.

I tell myself I can't stand him. But the truth is... he's the first player I look for when the fixtures come out.

He's my opponent, and I fucking hate losing. Yet somehow... something about him makes me curious about defeat. About surrendering. About letting him win me over. About seeing what it feels like to stop fighting for just a moment.

To let him disrespect his opponent...

Fuck. What am I saying? Get your shit together!

The whistle pulls me out of my thoughts. The game ends in a draw. Lame. As I'm walking over to grab my water bottle, someone calls my name. I look up.

It's him!

He gives me a playful nod, picks up a ball, and starts walking away from the pitch without saying a word.

He want's me to follow him.

For a second, I just stand there.

Then...** I follow him.**