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In a field, with freshly trimmed grass and a golden yellow sky, splashed of bruised skin and crimson red, making a pinkish white glow above the horizon. It was like mixing colors in a pallet, but it takes years of skillful hand to depict this breathtaking sun as it sets in. Glancing in front of me is a crossbar with a fierce looking goal keeper. His legs and arms spread wide, knee's bent, and a stance ready to defend. I look down and I wore a black socks above my knee and a green spike shoes.

"Livie! Watch out!"