I was out for a busking session on the street in my town. Everything went well until i got down on the ground and did some sitdowns. Then i kicked the ball up to my head for some headers, and now something tragic happen...
In the same moment i nod (is that the right word?) the ball, i see a fly/mosqito/whatever flying precisely between the ball and my head, and then SPLASH, the ball is bouncing down to my head and the fly is smashed between my sweety head and the beautiful Monta Shinji Red Bull Edition. I stop freestyling to see if the sad insect did escaped, but no. There it was, splashed against the ball and it will never see it's family again.
This was a serious and mind blowing moment for me in my Freestyle career. I have never whitnessed something like this before.
So, have something similar happen to you? How did you get trough all the emotions that coming to you at night before bed time? Do you still feel gulity about your sick homicide? Did you had to go to a psychologist?
Please, discuss!
