The Goal

Run, run, run! the crowd shouted. I felt my legs start to give out, my fingers and toes were numb. It was cold, snowing, but yet I was sweating. The cold air was brushing through my hair stride after stride, the ball hitting my foot each time thud, thud, thud. It was hard trying to keep the ball under control move after move, swerving in and out, first right, then left. The field was a maze and I was attempting to run through. All I hear is my heart beating, everything is happening so fast, but yet it feels like its slow motion. Its as if I'm floating in a dream. Each step I feel more and more pressure. I was about 20 yards from the opponent's goal. I take one last stride reaching out as far as I can. My right leg pulled back like a slingshot ready to fire. I could feel one of the other teams players gaining on me like a lion getting ready to strike its prey. The pressure was on with time counting. I knew it was time to shoot the ball.It was up to me. I fired my leg forward, and I pushed all my force out on the ball. I felt the ball lift off the ground. The goalie leaped in the air. It seemed the whole world went silent as soon as the ball left my foot. It felt like it was only me and the goalie in the whole world. I wanted to close my eyes I couldnt bear to see what was going to happen, but I kept them open anyway. My heart sunk deep in my stomach in the short time the ball was in the air. I heard the ball hit the back of the net the light thunder of the ball against the netting of the goal. I will never forget the sound of a soccer ball as it rolls down the net. The crowd went wild, and we all went wild.