I lay breathing heavily on the moist grass with the flood-lit sky staring down at me. Just a few moments back I received the ball on my chest, controlled it with my feet and made a heart stopping run.
I went past three defenders before coming one on one with the goal keeper. With him charging towards me and sensing two others coming up from behind, I picked my spot, my favourite one. I tilted to the left and shot to the right watching and hoping to get enough swerve. It beat the keeper, but would it do enough?
Those fractions of a second are the hardest. I fell to the the ground with my eyes glued to the ball.
The ball hit the post and was eventually cleared. I lay still with a wry smile. “Tough luck,lad”, someone shouted. With a heavy sigh I gathered myself up and jogged back toward the mid field hoping to make a run again. Soon.
Oh how I love this game...
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