today i cried really alot after the match. for a long time during the match we were confident of taking the game. we were down 2-1 by the end of the 2nd period and the goal was scored by charles from line 2, charles xinkai hengguang and me. we had neutralised their best line line 1. at times we even outplayed them. as period 3 began we were all waiting for that magic moment to come. but then even before we had a chance to celebrate, i turned villain. sending a dangerous pass to hg which resulted in goal though the pass made it to him. IF ONLY... we scored with 3 mins left but the dream was destined to be dashed. we did not have enough to make it even 3-3 let alone 4-3. it felt like a really sick joke that was being played on us. like a terrible nightmare that i desperately wanted to wake up from. but alas, it was nothing but the truth. it was reality. as the reality sunk in, as we all shook our opponents hands, i could not help but wonder how different it all could have been. if i had managed to block that third goal, if i had gotten an earlier shot into the net, if one of jack's turn drag shots had whistled passed giant defenders to a top corner. but i would never find out now would i. the two word what if are simply fustrating. i had so badly wanted not to have that question staring at me today but my hopes had been reduced to less then a thread. as we when one round to hi five each other as is customary after each match, tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably. gradually increasing from tiny streams to torrents. i whole body shook. i looked up totally absolutely completely defeated and asked WHY?