In the summer of 2019, I was heading to a soccer game in Brazil.

The weather was sunny, but it was a cold, windy day.

The stadium was a bit small, so I was seated next to a young couple and their young daughter.

I didn’t want to miss the match, so we had a seat for the first half and the second half.

The match started at 7pm, and the crowd was around 10,000 people.

I was about to go for a sprint, and I didn to know what was going to happen when the announcer announced that a foul had been called on the player.

I had a feeling it was going bad and was just trying to keep my cool.

I remember thinking, “Man, this is really going to be bad.”

The referee called the foul on me, and my heart sank.

I felt so bad because I didn.

That was the first time I felt bad about a referee.

That’s when I started thinking, this can’t be happening to me.

I started looking for other players who had been touched.

I saw that there were two players with the same story.

The referee told the referee to stop the game, but he didn’t stop.

The two players had a disagreement about the foul, and they started arguing about the rule that was in place.

I got angry.

I thought, this has to stop.

I’m not going to stop playing the game because of this.

I took off my shorts, put my jersey on and left.

The fans were saying, “Don’t worry, this will not happen again.”

The next day I was on a plane to Brazil to watch my team play against Atlético Nacional.

I went to the stadium and waited for the match.

As I was sitting in the stands, I realized I had been hit by a foul and the referee had called it on me.

The player in front of me was shouting to the referee, “Stop the game!”

But the referee didn’t listen to him.

I turned to my right, turned my head and screamed.

I told him, “You are a fucking liar!

Stop the game!

I’m done!”

I was standing in the penalty area, my shorts were on, and a referee was yelling, “There is no foul on this one, stop the match!”

The crowd got louder, and everyone started shouting.

I looked around and saw that the ref had just stood there.

When the ref was about 30 meters away, the ref got up and went over to the players, and he called the game over.

The players were crying and holding hands.

The crowd was silent.

I walked away.

The next morning I went back to the match and told the players what had happened.

I tried to explain to the ref why I had walked away, but I didn`t know what to say.

I just sat there crying.

I wasn`t happy that I had got hit by the foul and I felt terrible.

The ref didn`T want to listen.

I kept thinking, there was no way this could happen again.

I wanted to ask the referee what was happening, but there was nobody to help me.

That night, I came to my senses and tried to calm down.

I called my wife, and we had dinner together.

It was the same thing.

I knew I was going crazy, so my wife put her hand on my head.

I couldn`t sleep at night because of the pain.

I don`t remember what happened afterwards.

I did what I did the next day, and that night I went for a walk.

I said to myself, “I can’t do this anymore.

I am done.”

I tried calling the referee again, but no one would help me, so when I went out to the soccer field, I started to cry.

I would call the referee in the parking lot to see if he would help.

But I was getting tired and had no energy.

I think I was crying about my family, because I knew they were going to die.

That afternoon, I went home to the United States and stayed in my house.

That evening, I called the United Soccer Federation to say, “Please help me.”

The president said, “It is very hard for a referee to understand the rules of the game and make a call on a player like that.”

I was very upset, but also sad.

I made the decision to walk away from soccer, because this was happening to other players.

But my wife and I both knew that if the officials were going, the people would die.

I could hear the cries of the families of players that were hit.

When I saw the images of the players that had been struck, I knew that this would never stop.

A year later, I had another soccer game and I had the same feeling.

I know this feeling of sadness that comes with it,

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