[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Japan, in terms of the grand stage of the world, was a forerunner in a great many things; cultural influences like fashion, advancements in the realm of technology, and general attention garnered through groundbreaking entertainment. One thing it was not known to excel in, however, was football, a passion left hollow within the native Argentine's soul. Japan's cultural identity wasn't her own, neither by birthrate nor by commonality; no, from an outside observer whose life was dominated by the autonomous Buenos Aires, the love for football she'd once been accustomed to now dwindled here into something minimal by comparison. Not without hope, sure, but without the same passion as it had back home. She missed the packed stadiums, the numerous chants — even the curb boys that stole your car if you didn't pay them for parking! But here, it was but one of many sports played, and not one that sparked as much of a cultural identity. It was because of this that Jackie found herself where she was; a football field, with a bunch of kids, trying to teach them football. It was mostly a side-hustle thing — getting paid by some of the kids' parents while between projects — but Jackie couldn't deny the desire to bring even a taste of the same passion. Even if it was in a bunch of elementary schoolers. So now she sat along past the touchline, viewing her pupils from a spot near the bench. Today, she dressed herself in shorts, leggings, and a simple graphic tee. She'd pulled her hair back, leaving her blonde locs in a messy ponytail expanding out just short of her shoulder width, whilst still standing. "That' right! Kirai, drive the ball through! Kishua, commit to the block, don't get scared of 'topping a shot!" Such were the things shouted out from the side, with the part-time coach hiding the top of her head from the midday sun — only occasionally mispronouncing the kids' names, if perhaps some intentionally. Sitting herself down along the bench, Jackie wiped a beat of sweat from her brow, looking towards the pastime she'd missed so dearly. Though the football she watched differed from her ideal, it still brought her back to times long since passed; ones full of nostalgia, at least. Times when questions didn't need to come, where answers weren't always given, but she still chased after the ball regardless of meaning. Though not hers, this moment was theirs. If only such unfettered joy could be sustained. ✉ tag -- skald ✎ 413 words ※ God I miss football...

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