2025-11-28, 02:34 AM - Word count:
Today should have been a day of celebration. A day of jubilence.
Bob Berendsen scoring his firs AS Paris goal, his first professional career goal.
He had been looking forward to this moment for such a long time, it was such a hyper fixation for Bob that he assumed when it happened it would be the biggest high of his career till that point.
It could not have been further from the truth.
Because fate, that twisted mistress, had other plans for Bob and his teammates in Paris.
Sure Bob scored, he actually played one of his best matches ever in a Paris shirt, but when the final whistle blew that was the last thing on his mind.
Bob had gotten used to winning, he knew it was unsustainable but he expected to end each match with those coveted 3 points.
However today it was not meant to be.
An energized Krung Thep team pushed Paris to their limit and found their breaking point and in the end Bob Berendsen walked off the field. Dejected.
Sadness was not the only thing Bob felt though, he felt a quiet determination boil up from inside.
Where he before had focused on personal stats, records, goals and assists, all of that seemed insignificant now.
The only thing he needed was for Paris to keep winning, regardless of his performance, he would become the ultimate cog, sacrificing his all to the greater good of Paris winning.
He vowed to himself that he would not allow Paris to lose another game this season.
Bob Berendsen scoring his firs AS Paris goal, his first professional career goal.
He had been looking forward to this moment for such a long time, it was such a hyper fixation for Bob that he assumed when it happened it would be the biggest high of his career till that point.
It could not have been further from the truth.
Because fate, that twisted mistress, had other plans for Bob and his teammates in Paris.
Sure Bob scored, he actually played one of his best matches ever in a Paris shirt, but when the final whistle blew that was the last thing on his mind.
Bob had gotten used to winning, he knew it was unsustainable but he expected to end each match with those coveted 3 points.
However today it was not meant to be.
An energized Krung Thep team pushed Paris to their limit and found their breaking point and in the end Bob Berendsen walked off the field. Dejected.
Sadness was not the only thing Bob felt though, he felt a quiet determination boil up from inside.
Where he before had focused on personal stats, records, goals and assists, all of that seemed insignificant now.
The only thing he needed was for Paris to keep winning, regardless of his performance, he would become the ultimate cog, sacrificing his all to the greater good of Paris winning.
He vowed to himself that he would not allow Paris to lose another game this season.
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