I don't know why, but I really wanted so much to win. It didn't even hit me when we were chased back to trail by one goal... Only when the final whistle was blown and the draw was set in stone, that I really felt my blood boil, my sweat dripping, and my tears rolling down.
It doesn't even matter if the RH were the deserving team or the strong ones; nor if others said I performed well; nor when they asked me to look at the brighter side that we also almost lost. We could have really done much much better..
