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1I have played soccer since I was six, or seven — my mom says six and my brother says seven, and he was actually there. 2We have had four coaches and two different uniforms in that time, and I have kept every one of the uniforms in a drawer. 3None of that is what I want to write about. 4In this piece I am going to explain why I quit playing in goal and what I do now instead.
5A goalkeeper is the only person on the field who is alone. 6Everybody else has somebody within ten yards of them, shouting or being shouted at. 7You stand in a rectangle of chalk for eighty minutes and wait for the game to become your problem, and when it does, it is your problem entirely. 8For three seasons I liked that.
9Then we played Ridgeway in October and I let in a goal I should have had. 10It was not a hard shot to stop. 11It was, honestly, an easy one, and I did not stop it. 12Nobody said anything, which was worse than if they had. 13My coach put his hand on my shoulder afterward and told me that goalkeepers have short memories, which is the kind of thing people say when they can see that you do not have one.
14I played four more games and then asked to move to defense. 15I am not as good there. 16I get tired in a way I never did in goal, and twice this season I have been the reason we gave up a goal. 17But when it happens now there are nine other people it also happened to, and that turns out to be the whole difference. 18I did not stop playing in goal because I was bad at it. 19I stopped because I was tired of being the only one it happened to.
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