Can you remember your first fight? We all can. Mine was 16 years ago. I remember I wasted all the breath I had in a fistful of seconds, hitting more elbows than a human being can count, thus spending the rest of the match panting and thinking that competitions were too tough for me. The other guy was no better than me, as the final score would be a pathetic 0-0. I lost, however, due to a second penalty charged to my exuberant coach. I also managed to injury my right foot, which prevented me from walking normally for a week or so. Overall, it was a terrible experience, plagued with anxiety and disappointment.
So I wish this young yellow belt a far better start than I did. But more than anything, I wish him a hundred more memorable experiences in his dobok, so that in 16 years he will be happy to tell everyone about his own baptism of fire. No matter the result.
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