To Her

Gunnar Heydvarson is on the limit of the white line that separates the bench from the field.
As a soccer manager he makes decisions with his team, he draws the tactics and schemes from which his team will win.
But Soccer is tricky, he is on a drawn with the best team in Iceland, Rejkjavik Ballklub, his team, Laundmannagard FC, humble, with low resources, interpretating badly the tactic Gunnar drew on his head, confused within lines, hopeless in which play, getting themselves humiliated by the divine class of the Rejkjavikan players.
Gunnar Heydvarson, a manager, a man of soccer, a man, has to decide, there are three paths, three ways of facing the match, the championship. Three paths leading to three very different destinies.
He can get a drawn, from which he will reach a good position on the championship, but that would include standing on the same ground for too long time.
He can get a defeat by 1-0, he will not be respected for his work, for what he trully worked on that team and how much he cares about them, but he will be keeping the team on the first championship.
He can get victory, he may win the pride of all Iceland, by his courage, by the way he kept believing in that team, and how he fought so hard to kept that fragile group in the toughest division of all, glory is at his reach...but it has its dangers, betting all on the attack would mean leaving the defense alone, and the icelandese capital soccer team has 0 goals in 40 games, and 40 goals in counter-attack, and if he looses by more than one he will lower division, putting at risk his already fragile position, his already fragile team.
A man allways has to choose, decisions are allways on the next side of the street, and Gunnar Heydvarson is just catching his last breath.

Minut 89: The center midfielder of Rejkjavik Ballklub takes the ball on the middle of the field, passes one player, two players, three players, four players, five players, he is 2 meters in distance of the goalkeeper....he shoots, he scores, Rejkjavik Ballklub would win the game with this goal, and consequently, winning the Icelandese Soccer Title, they're fans who travelled far to support their team jump with happinness and their smiles glowing with the sweet taste of victory.
The few supporters of Laundmannagard hide the small support flags, they watch resigned the victory of their opponents.
The loosing players left the pitch with his head down, not by shame, but for incapacity of not being able to show quality, how they condemned their talents by affirming that they havent any talent.
From the president, the supporters, to the team of Landmaunnagard, there is a common feeling: Gunnar Heydvarson made the only choice.


-Buru Har