Danielle Foxhoven waiting to strike
It hardly seemed fair. Danielle Foxhoven's feet already hurt more than enough to make her sufficiently miserable as she navigated the pitch in cleats at least a size too small. If the lingering Russian winter insisted on supplying the sleet otherwise chilling her to the bone at that particular moment, it could at least numb her aching feet in the bargain.
Instead, each frozen step proved doubly painful. That didn't even take into account the coach whose rebukes she couldn't ...
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