Det var en frisk efterårsdag på Østerbro Gymnasium.

It was a fresh autumn day at Østerbro Gymnasium.

Bladene dansede i vinden og landede blødt på den frodige plæne.

The leaves danced in the wind and landed softly on the lush lawn.

Skolens sportsdag var i fuld gang.

The school's sports day was in full swing.

Elever i farverige sportstøj fyldte banen, deres råb og latter skjulte skolegårdens almindelige lyde.

Students in colorful sportswear filled the field, their shouts and laughter concealing the usual sounds of the schoolyard.

Mikkel stod under et stort bøgetræ.

Mikkel stood under a large beech tree.

Han stirrede på sine sko.

He stared at his shoes.

Han ville gerne deltage.

He wanted to participate.

Han ville vise alle, at han også kunne være en del af holdet.

He wanted to show everyone that he could also be part of the team.

Men sportsdage skræmte ham.

But sports days scared him.

Han var bange for at fejle.

He was afraid of failing.

Omkring ham summede dagens aktiviteter; gymnaster sprang højt, og løbere løb hurtigere end vinden.

Around him, the day's activities buzzed; gymnasts jumped high and runners ran faster than the wind.

Mikkel vidste, han havde talent.

Mikkel knew he had talent.

Kasper, hans bedste ven, sagde det altid.

Kasper, his best friend, always said so.

"Kom, Mikkel.

"Come on, Mikkel.

Du kan gøre det," sagde Kasper og klappede ham på skulderen.

You can do it," said Kasper, patting him on the shoulder.

"Vi har brug for dig på fodboldholdet."

"We need you on the soccer team."

Kasper troede på ham.

Kasper believed in him.

Det betød meget for Mikkel.

It meant a lot to Mikkel.

Sofie, den energiske holdleder, kiggede over mod Mikkel.

Sofie, the energetic team leader, looked over at Mikkel.

Hun brugte altid meget tid på at opmuntre holdet.

She always spent a lot of time encouraging the team.

"Mikkel," råbte hun.

"Mikkel," she shouted.

"Vi mangler en spiller.

"We're missing a player.

Har du lyst til at være med?"

Would you like to join?"

Mikkel tøvede.

Mikkel hesitated.

Hans hjerte bankede hurtigt.

His heart beat quickly.

Men der var noget i Sofies blik.

But there was something in Sofie's gaze.

En tro, som han ikke kunne ignorere.

A belief he couldn't ignore.

Han nikkede langsomt.

He nodded slowly.

"Jeg prøver," mumlede han.

"I'll try," he mumbled.

Kampen var intens.

The game was intense.

Mikkels hold manglede point.

Mikkel's team was lacking points.

Og da uheldet ramte, og en holdkammerat blev skadet, blev Mikkel sendt ind på banen.

And when bad luck struck and a teammate got injured, Mikkel was sent onto the field.

Genskummet sprang i hans mave.

Butterflies leapt in his stomach.

Mikkel huskede, hvad Kasper altid sagde: "Tro på dig selv!"

Mikkel remembered what Kasper always said: "Believe in yourself!"

Bolden kom mod ham.

The ball came towards him.

Tiden syntes at stå stille.

Time seemed to stand still.

Publikum blev stille.

The crowd went silent.

Mikkel fokuserede.

Mikkel focused.

Han tog bolden, løb mod målet og sparkede.

He took the ball, ran towards the goal, and kicked.

Bolden susede gennem luften og ind i nettet.

The ball soared through the air and into the net.

Målet var en realitet.

The goal was a reality.

Kampen var vundet.

The game was won.

Holdet jublede og omfavnede ham.

The team cheered and embraced him.

For første gang følte Mikkel sig fri.

For the first time, Mikkel felt free.

Han havde overvundet sin frygt.

He had overcome his fear.

Han havde bevist sit værd.

He had proven his worth.

Ikke kun for sine venner, men også for sig selv.

Not just to his friends, but also to himself.

Sofie og Kasper lykønskede ham.

Sofie and Kasper congratulated him.

"Vi vidste, du kunne," sagde Sofie smilende.

"We knew you could," said Sofie, smiling.

Kasper nikkede stolt.

Kasper nodded proudly.

Fra den dag af var Mikkel ikke længere den generte dreng ved siden.

From that day on, Mikkel was no longer the shy boy on the sidelines.

Han var en del af holdet, en del af fællesskabet.

He was part of the team, part of the community.

Han vidste nu, at han kunne gøre en forskel.

He now knew that he could make a difference.

Efterårets vind var stadig kold, men Mikkels glæde var varm som en sommerdag.

The autumn wind was still cold, but Mikkel's happiness was warm as a summer day.