WINNING SPIRIT
Coach George reminded me l just have a few minutes to decide my chance of being announced as a stunning winner or a shameful loser.."He added we'll never stop until we reach it" I tell you, there was practically no difference between my blood spilling and my sweat- they were both preaching RED I staggered like an old model vehicle floundering to reach a mountain top...The yearnings of the crowd were enough to make me surrender...Hinging to the fact that I had lost my stamina in the fifth round and obviously, my chance of raising the trophy looks practically impossible. I am sure, If a punch could land on my head, I might end up rooming in the underworld I wasn't called to die in the game that is promised of glorious fame- - I thought" In as long, you are still breathing, no mountain is impossible to reach" I was technically moving around the ring with the crowd echoing "FINISH HIM" It practically looks, I was fighting with ...