An old soccer injury

I was thinking earlier about everything we miss when someone dies, years of wonderful stories, It makes we feel like I should take down everything interesting that happens in my life. It was my Junior year of Highschool and I was playing varsity soccer. I loved it, I practiced non-stop, I showed up early for practice to practice dribbling and passing with my left foot. I played defense, I was a wall. Years before that however Joe D and I had a run in; it was an accident. I pulled three muscles in my right thigh. It never completely healed. This was the day however, that my friends were coming to watch me. We played a good game, we won. All my friend remember though is when I went to take a goal kick, and did, the ball went pretty far, but I feel on my ass because my leg the one I hurt suddenly decided it didn't want to support me anymore. When we left the field they were all laughing and teasing me I was annoyed the only thing they remember tsk. It was a good game. Honestly though, I'm not sure I can remember anything else either.