I went there two weeks ago. Out of 3 games we have 1 point in our pockets.
Sundays game, 30 seconds before end of the 3rd period the score were 1-1. Twenty seconds before the end signal it says 1-2 and after the signal we are leaving as loosing team.
The boll hits my hand. It's a strong shoot. The girl who shoots has one of the 5 strongest shoot I know/ have experienced among the girls. The boll hits my hand, I look back to see where it went... it's up in a air and gently falls into the net.
It's one quick breath and the boll is in the net. We are talking about 1 second moment.
The one little, tiny moment where you act or freeze.
I see the moment as a slow motion in front of my eyes. I froze. 1 second moment where my spirit crushes in million small pieces and covers the whole floor around me. The air got heavy and there is no sound around me. It's dead. I just feel this quick breath stuck into my chest.
Later that night, while driving back to Mora, that moment replays in my mind over and over again. I froze. And that's what hurts me the most. At the end of the 3rd period.. Could I have been just grabbing it out? I believe so. At least I see myself doing it right now. As I believe I could have save it.
1 second moment...
Only a goalie can understand what a goalie goes through.
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