"The Spirit of Playing Under the Sun"

A few boys hung out in an elementary soccer field. The uneven grass and sandy soil could not stop their spirits in playing. Positive faces of enthusiam morning sun

A boy in the blue 15 uniform stanceed on the brink of me, staring at the match. He hasnot made up his mind yet to rush on the field, or just time. The warm sand cushioned his unshod feet but it didn't bother him at all. I felt completely loosened up, without sneakers the way I was, similar to a real street soccer player.

Far in the middle of the field, several other children were zipping around and running to catch a fast moving soccer ball they caught between them.

Some were in white tshirts others had casual simple clothes. Not team uniforms, not referees — only the joy of playing soccer on a perfect summer day.

A receiving pass from one of the players launched the ball into the sky. Everyone was looking at him, just watching for who would get the ball next. Right at the end, the blue shirt boy finally ran onto the field and got involved.

Ball ==》A small cheer was heard as they managed to grab it from the gutter. This is no trophy thing, just the joy of playing for each others sake. On this humble field, they discover teamwork, diligence and freedom.
And the sun sets on southwest as they play.