Which hockey position are you

Step on the field and your worries waste away, Its like the beginning of a whole new day. The whistle blows and the ball is hit, Even the fans have to stand; its impossible to sit. The clicking of the ball becomes your own heartbeat, Youre on a roll when you hear, tweet, tweet. Its not against you, but the other team instead, So you wind up for the free hit looking ahead. You drive the ball with all youve got, Sending it to the circle where your forward takes a shot. The goalies there to clear it out, From the sidelines we can hear coach shout. The whistle is blown, Blue, Time Out. Walking to the huddle, on every face I see a pout. Feeling discouraged, and not knowing what to say, I fell silent as coach began with a cliche You girls can do it, just find it in your heart, We came onto.