For a professional athlete, what does despair truly feel like?
Perhaps it's during a critical match of life and death, where the team gives its all but falls short, forced to watch the opponents celebrate recklessly while piercing cheers stab at the heart like sharp needles.
Or maybe it's at the moment of a much-hyped scoring chance, when the sure goal flies off target, and boos surrounding like a tidal wave, drowning oneself.
At that moment, it feels like the entire world is denying you, with past confidence and pride shattered amidst the jeers.
Or perhaps it's sitting day after day on the bench, watching teammates gallop across the pitch, while you're left silently guarding the water cooler, waving a towel.
Time escapes in waiting, dreams dim in loneliness, it's a solitude and helplessness forgotten by the world.
Or maybe the team unexpectedly loses the championship despite being in a promising position.
