The ball at your feet quivers with the vibrations running through the ground.

Vibrations from the roar of over 80,000 voices cheering, screaming.

Screaming obscenities. Screaming praises. Screaming in anger, joy, pain and excitement.

80,000 voices blasting forth deafening, deadening, uplifting, life-giving emotions.

Emotions overwhelm the faces of the men beside you and the men in front of you.

Some want you to fail, others desperately want you to succeed.

Twenty-three years of your life dedicated to making this moment a success. Twenty-three years of training and work. Twenty-three years had better be enough.

Nothing left to do but kick.