Isn't soccer grand? Why, I remember playing soccer as a child, wind whipping my hair majestically as I raced across the pitch, undisciplined youths kicking at my ankles, referees blissfully unaware. It's been a lifelong love affair. You know, I scored a goal once when I raced back to contest a backpass to the opposing goalkeeper, jumping to block his clearance, which knocked the wind out of me as it hit me square in the chest before rolling into the goal. It's a beautiful game.
One of the ways this game sets itself apart from others is just how drastically different each game can shape up.