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I might have been in primary school or even younger when I started going to my father’s soccer games. Since that time he had one game in the week and one in the weekend. I love soccer since then and I started getting interested in the sport. My father talked to me about his plays, his soccer techniques, which was the best position to play, how was the best way to score a goal and how to get off the way of the other players. I used to go and watch him play,  trying to get the ball until he was too exhausted to keep running, I was really excited at that time to watch him score and proud he was one of the best players in his team. I remember speaking to the sons of my dad’s friends, who were the same age as me. They might have thought I was weird because I played soccer with them while our fathers were playing on the field, besides I was the only girl who came to the games. It seems my dad really enjoyed waking up with me early to accompanying him. Some years after, I stop going with him, maybe to wake up late in the weekends, because I was a bit lazy or I started training other sports at that same time.  My dad kept going to his games even if he was too tired or been sleepless. As time passed, he wasn’t able to go that often since he had too much work. Nowadays, he keeps going to his soccer games, almost every weekend, to the league that his brothers are in, or with his friends from the work. I’m surprise how he keeps waking up at 6 or 7am to play. I think it makes him relax doing what he loves, playing his favorite sport and doing some exercise. In that time, when I went to his games, I was the only one in my family who enjoyed the sport, who could understand it, and be excited about the game. I never though it symbolizes something important for my dad to go and watch him and be there to cheer him up.