“It has been a very one-sided game today. Spain have the advantage over a very slow England side and will be soon lifting the cup if they don’t change their tactics” said Andy Gray, the football commentator in a very heavy Scottish accent.
“Wait I think England might be substituting a player....” Said Martin Tyler as he started to reconfigure his faulty ear piece, “It looks David Beckham will be hitting the Shower rooms early as 22 year old Mohammed El-Shaafi is coming onto replace him”
The England Captain transferred the England Captain arm band to Mohammed El-Shaafi and quite philosophically whispered in his ear, “You can do it, it’s your time now”. Mohammed El-Shaafi jogged up to the pitch and prepared himself to take an England corner kick. With immaculate precision and out-standing individual piece of skill, he crossed the ball into to John Terry who headed the ball into the net. England equalised and had regained confidence and stability in their play and conjured up another attack to threaten the defending champions. It had reached the 90 minute mark and the game duration went into three minutes worth of extra time. Mohammed El-Shaafi had received the ball and started running through the Spain midfield. He was sprinting down the right flank and was soon caught up with by the experienced full back, Joan Capdevilla. Mohammed knew he was way faster than the speedy full-back so he shifted gears and raced further down the flank. He wanted to play a low early-cross into fellow team mate Rooney but he had remembered the expert words of David Beckham. So he carried in his drive into the 18 yard box were Puyol prepared to challenge him to try and stop his lethal attack on the Spanish defensive third. El-Shaafi quite amazingly put the ball through the legs of the heavily experienced Spaniard leaving the crowd laughing and booing at the defender. He was then at a chance of scoring. The whole crowd was silent. As he prepared himself to strike the ball into the goal, he was quite frantically pulled down by the goal keeper in frustration.
The referee with no hesitation pointed at the penalty spot and England had the chance to snatch victory from the Spaniards. El-Shaafi stepped up to the spot kick and prepared himself to take the controversial penalty that could make history. Looking at the goal, everything went dark around him. With incredible focus he blocked out the distractions from the outside world. He wiped his pink Mercurial Vapor boots with his sleeves and stamped the grass area around the ball three times. He had picked out a single piece of square netting to aim for and he then took two steps back. He smashed the ball into the top right corner leaving the goal keeper helpless and paralysed as the ball came travelling to the top right corner.
El-Shaafi knew he had accomplished the impossible but didn’t celebrate, let alone flinch. He knew he had to thank Allah (God in Arabic) so went straight down to perform a sujid (prayer, where performer puts his forehead down on the ground). The eager team mates stood there waiting for him to finish and then hugged the team mate in celebration. Mohammed then started feel slightly nauseated as he started turning to reality....
The clock stroke 7 o’clock and Mohammed slowly returned from his sleep. Waking up in a stark, rigid and extremely uncomfortable bed he realised that he had been in attained in a hospital cubicle overnight. His eyes squinted shut trying to ward off the filtered sunlight drifting in, the inevitable dread of opening them to the sudden glare of a dimly lit room. Mohammed was shocked as he realized that he had wires plugged into his body monitoring his heart beat. “BEEP, BEEP, BEEP” said the ambulatory electrocardiography device suggesting a stable heart rate. Mohammed had always seen these state of the art machines in his favourite show, ‘Baywatch’. Whilst admiring the machine, a lady marched into his cubicle. The dark haired lady was dressed in a casual, classy medical scrubs and the aroma surrounding her soon cleared the phlegmatic smell in his mouth. She started looking at the figures on the machine and then said “You look like your making good progress. Your now free to join the other children in the play area” and smiled in a sarcastic way. She plugged out all the wires and then started making her over to the child attained opposite Mohammed’s cubicle.
“Wait! Where is my father and my brothers?” gently asked Mohammed.
“Erm.... Your father and brothers came to visit you but left just before you woke up” turned back and answered the lady. Mohammed stood up and started to analyse his surroundings. Marked on a poster was ‘England had been trashed 5 to 1 by Spain who later lifted the cup’.
“They should have played me then, eh” commenting Mohammed sarcastically to the poster.
Mohammed closed his cubicle and started changing into some clothes. He put on his mega sized ‘Primark’ jeans, a rain bow coloured shirt and fisherman’s hat to finish off what he thought looked fashionable. He exited his cubicle and laughter arose. Other children started to laugh at Mohammed’s clothing. Tears flowed out from Mohammed’s eyes looking something like Niagara Falls on a rainy day. Mohammed ran out room pathetically entered a corridor marked ‘DO NOT ENTER’.
He started to investigate his mysterious surroundings and looked through the key hole off a door. He saw the most inspiring thing ever, the miraculous works of a surgeon. Always thinking of pursuing a career in Medicine, Mohammed was always challenged by his poor grades in school. The surgery room was very tense and humid as a patient was getting a heart transplant.
Mohammed carried on his journey on and his attention was soon caught as he saw a hand sanitizer dispenser stuck on the wall. He started pouring gallons on his hands and rubbing into the palms of his hands.......
“Are your hands clean?” asked a Nurse Jenny to Surgeon Mohammed El-Shaafi.
“Yes and we will now be proceeding into surgery” said the handsome surgeon to the Nurse. The highly professional Surgeon put on his medical scrubs and white starched gloves and quite uprightly marched into the surgery room.
“So what do we have today?” asked the doctor whilst flirting with one of the nurses.
“A puncture in the segment of the alimentary canal extending to the stomach” said the Nurse.
“Ok, so we need an Ileal pouch for reparation of the puncture. Give me heart rate of the victim and information on the victim” asked the Surgeon as he started to rub a viscous, green liquid on the stomach of the patient.
“Heart rate is 78bmp and beating smoothly. The victim is Michael Al Fonso aged 29. The puncture occurred at 2000hours yesterday” answered the Nurse.
The surgeon soon started to pierce open the skin of the victim. Doctors and Nurses behind him was bombarding him with questions, but the surgeon didn’t focus on them. Tensions grew high as the surgeon located the long intestines and found the puncture.
“Pass me the ileal pouch” said the Surgeon to the Nurse as he sticks his hand out to receive the highly risky surgical instrument.
“There you go” said the Nurse as she passed the coiled wire looking like object to the Surgeon.
Surgeon El-Shaafi, with smooth precision stitched the puncture back together in a race against time. Doctors in the surgical room were making notes as the surgeon had done the impossible. Applauds were soon to be made as the surgeon declared the surgery successful. But wait... The patient seemed to be entering a cardiac arrest. Thunder, rain and lightning started brewing vigorously outside and all possible hope for the man to survive the heart failure were decreasing. It looked like the Grim Reaper would take another life and the South Yorkshire region city of Cheshire would experience the worst weather pattern in history
“Ok, people it’s all over, the death was announced at 9AM on the 15th of April, 2010. Just pack up all the machines and bring in the widowed wife in so she can cherish some few moments with her husband” said the nurse in agony as she declared the premature death upon the man.
“NO, QUICKLY TURN ON THE DEFILIBRATION MACHINE! WE ARE NOT LOOSING THIS MAN!” shouted the surgeon eagerly as the patient’s heart beat went below consciousness.
“1....2....3” shouted as he shocked the patient with the defilibrater. Miraculously, the shock had restarted the patients’ cardiovascular system. The lightning and thunder had disappeared mysteriously and the sun started smiling upon the surgery room through the window as Surgeon Mohammed El-Shaafi had cheated the death of the poor old man.
“Th-th-ank you” stuttered the poor man as he started gaining consciousness.
“It’s all right buddy, your safe now” said Surgeon Mohammed El-Shaafi as he shared a passionate hand shake with the man that he rescued from denaturing...
“Young man, what are you doing playing with that hand gel dispenser?” asked a police officer armed with a Police issue X26 Taser gun.
“Erm... Sir I-I-I got lost. Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry! Show mercy upon me O forgiving police officer” cried hopelessly as he thought that the police officer would electrocute him.
“I’m not going to hurt you, but I will need to escort you back to your cubicle. Wait isn’t you name Mohammed?” asked the police Officer.
“Yeah, I am Mohammed. Why?” asked Mohammed El-Shaafi.
“Your Dad and Brothers are here to pick you up I believe” answered the man as he started escorting Mohammed into his cubicle. Walking uninterestedly and amazed by everything he saw he arrived.
Alas, he was there, reunited with his brothers and father. Whilst sharing a blissful, passionate hug with his family, he stood there looking up into the ceiling. He knew he had to work had for his dreams to come true and helping people was the reason for his existence.
The End
Mohamoud Musse 10k2 6247 Ms Sabbagh (Née
