So my March 17 SOL post seemed to resonate with many. This is part 2 (the day after). A proud Papa post …

And so the whistle blew.

Three times in short succession.

Victory at last! At long last.

First time in 31 years.

Sweaty sunburned faces go euphoric in a frenzied chanting swarm.

The moment of release.

All the blood, sweat, and tears culminating in this singular point in time.

The cup but a symbol of the achievement whose value in time will fade – along with your bruises – but the memories will last a lifetime.

Enjoy tonight. Celebrate. Be proud.

Soon enough you will be back on the pitch listening for that whistle.

And the start on a new game.