headchecks

Laced up, my face is clear through the visor

There's something that's intoxicating about being in a locker room full of people with scars like mine

I think I'm still hungover.

It must have been the first goal I scored without being so scared of celebrating

My teammates – pat me on the head – embraced me – weren't afraid to touch me.

It must have been the first time I played as myself

It must have been the first time that all my teammates were on my side