Hockey Descriptive Writing

Chills running up my spine, rapid foggy breathes expelling in front of me like a car on a cold morning. The clock running down second by second with green illumination, it said we only played 4 periods of hockey, but truly we played 6 with triple overtime. I feel exhausted and wonder how much more I can give without collapsing. I grab my water bottle and begin to drink, and the distinct taste of iron from the water in the iron range rolls down my throat. Suddenly one of our players starts with full steam down the ice and his linemates followed, their strides looked simultaneous. Boisterous sounds of my teammates yelling and the sound of the half inch blades digging into the ice echoed through the small arena. The puck carrier begins to ride