It wouldn’t exactly be correct to say you were aggressive on the pitch. Assertive definitely, but you never went for the intentionally dangerous fouls. Unfortunately opposing teams didn’t always show you the same consideration. Especially in a playoff tournament. So you’d just been taken down in a nasty, not to mention illegal way.
Hands shaking from adrenaline you brushed the grass off your uniform, checked for blood and tried to convince yourself you were still in one piece. Unfortunately when you tried to stand your left knee buckled. Fantastic. Rolling to your side and with the help of a teammate you regained your footing. It hurt like hell but you were upright at least. Taking a few cautious steps you glanced up at the time left in the last half. You could do this.
Ignoring pain only goes so far and you couldn’t hide the noticeable limp you’d developed. It wasn’t long after play resumed that you heard shouting. Turning your head to the sidelines you were mortified to see your boyfriend. Your shy, quiet boyfriend who hated drawing attention to himself was tearing the coach a new one.