There is no game like Soccer, or the real Futbol as we call it. The game is unlike anything else, and the experience of the “immaculate strike” makes me literally weep like a baby.
Thrilling. Passion defined.
At times it makes me wonder how God has created us with the ability to behold such beauty and how it stirs bone-deep emotion out of us. I don’t weep nearly as much for the beauty of the Gospel as I do when I see another man kick a ball on some grass.
It’s all about perspective.