We lost 2-1 today. Even so, I don't feel down or bad. Because I feel I've done myself justice. Every tackle I lunge into, I picture the ghost haunting me. I want to banish it forever. I wish I could kill it. I go in full force, I charge mercilessly. Even if it means sending someone to hospital, I don't care. Unfortunately, no one was stretchered off. The fire's still burning within me. Unless this ghost of mine isn't banished completely without a trace, it wouldn't be extinguished.
Come 20th August, Mount Hermon would play Ian's church. Brothers in Christ coming together for fellowship in a game of soccer? Not so for me. The devil's in me. I want to see bloodshed. Daniel was put into the lion's den to be eaten. This time, Daniel's going into the lion's den to tear the lions open.