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Hallo. Ich würde euch bitten, einmal über meine Geschichte drüber zu lesen und mir ein Feedback zu geben, wie ihr Inhalt und Sprache findet. LG July93


The big gym is full of spectators. From my position I can not see any free seat.
The whole day I beat myself trough my opponents and I always get the points of profit. Now my victory or defeat depends on one last fight. The atmosphere in the gym is very quiet but the more time passes the more tension is in the air.
First I have a look at the seating area for spectators. I see people from every country: United States, Britain, Soviet Union, Korea, Switzerland and of course Japan. Very interesting to see is that many people restless look at their wrist watches or nervously look in the crowd.
As I come to the end of the seating area I lower my look and envisage my former opponents.
Some drink something from their bottles, the other energetically communicate in languages which I can not understand, with their coaches. But what they all have in common is that they have gathered around the margin of the fighting area, of course they want to see the last fight.
As I also have made this round I envisage a Judoka, who neither has changed, nor wants to. I think she will be my final opponent. The girl is a tall and thin person with long hair, which she has tied to a plait. She has a round face with soft features and basically she is a really pretty girl. She seems to me very concentrate and tense. Then her coach comes to her and both begin to talk.
Suddenly a bell sounds. It is the signal which is always the indication of the start of the next fight. It contains very high-pitched notes and they boom in my ears - in all these days I did not get used to it.
It is now my signal and I go slowly but although surely. I turn away my eyes from the girl, because I must completely concentrate on my own now.
Shortly before I can touch the mats I stop and gently close my eyes. I deeply breathe and feel in the whole body how the pressed air from the big room comes into my body. I quickly open my eyes again and I eye up my opponent with a strong look.
Then the judges ask us for entering the fighting area. As two machines the girl and I march lock-step. All eight judges come to us and explain the rules again. Basically, I have heard this about four times a day and I practice judo for almost ten years.
After about five minutes, this "ritual" is finish and slowly we can begin with the final fight. We lead our fists up and down and both meet in the middle. With it we serve our physically readiness and show a fair fight. After it we go to our places and the judges also place on their chairs.
Suddenly we hear the Japanese drum - it is the signal to start.
Here we go.
In high-speed run I am incorporating the last four days. It is the year 1964. The Olympic Games in Tokyo and first Judo takes part on them. I have the honor to be one of the participants and compete against the best athletes in the world. And now I have quite a good chance to stand on the first step on the podium.
Already four rounds passed and we have a little break behind us. The rounds were exactly as I have guessed. The girl is very fast and the techniques she takes out are too controlled. Therefore the first four points are mine.
But suddenly there is something surprisingly new. Not like usual she has placed her legs in a row so they stand apart, even like a split.
When I do a very quick and strong form of attacking she quickly reacts with a fall maneuver so that the girl falls behind me. The loud noise throws me completely out of the situation and it costs me maybe five seconds thinking time. Through her "fall" she lies behind me and I have no eye contact. Suddenly she handles my legs like a pair of scissors with her legs and throws me to the ground. During I fall my eyes are closed. The pain digs through my head but only a few seconds later I collect myself and think back to my victory.

My opponent still has my legs in her power and the last thing I remember there is that she puts a peaceful face and mine is very tense this time.
In that moment when I lie for the first time in all the days on the ground, my motto was quiet right, ŽIt is not the most important which martial art you choose but with what attitude you carry out this martial art!Ž