The referee called each captain to come up for the coin toss and tossed the coin high up into the deep warm air. The Spartans won the coin toss, and they decided that they would kick off.
They kicked the ball into play. Their players dribbled the ball down towards our half, passing the ball between our players. They were against our goalkeeper Mark who ran out to meet the ball but he came agitated as he knew the ball had gone over his head and into the back of the net. We dropped our deep heavy faces into the ground. “Its not over yet” I cried to myself as we came back for the second half.
Louis started the second half off passing the ball to me, I quickly stepped over the ball and passed the ball through the boys’ legs and quickly switched it to the other side to Bobby. Bobby took the ball down the wing, dribbling it side to side with both feet. He quickly stopped and stretched his legs to chip the ball into the box. The ball spinned slowly towards me, it was now or never, I knew what had to be done. So I launched myself high up in the air and swung my leg at the ball ferociously like a tiger at its prey. It was me, Trevor, against the football. The ball recoiled off my leg and it was heading towards the post like an arrow through the air. I had a funny prickling on the back of my neck that made me feel I was going to miss and get blamed for everything. The ball hit the post and I looked down in shame. Suddenly after I heard a loud roar from the crowd. Enticed by my curiosity, I looked round and saw the ball in the side of the net. I had scored. Yes, believe it or not, I had scored to equalize the score. I dived and slid across the ground with my teammates behind me clapping me on.
I sped back to my position lively and energetic, ready for the whistle to blow. It soon kicked off with the players sloppily kicking the ball round in circles. I ran with all my might and intercepted the ball. I felt as though I was running with the wind with a careful carelessness with the ball. I turned the ball with great agility so that the other team could not have grasp of it, shielding it with great protection. I was ready to shoot, I swung back my leg and dashed straight towards the ball without noticing that one of the Spartan players had slid towards me with his studs facing at my leg. I quickly noticed and tried to get out the way but I was not fast enough. The boy gone through my legs like a knife through butter. I span through the air tumbled on the floor. I looked up into the sky, it was not bright any more. It was dark and cloudy as though the atmosphere had been lit on fire. I pushed with my hands and legs to get up but it felt as though my left leg had been tied down. As I struggled to get on two feet two men came and carried me to the bench.
As I sat on the bench I saw Russell coming towards me to look at my leg. He and I looked deeply at my red sore swollen ankle. Before he said anything I desperately squalled quietly, “can I go back on now?” He looked into my eyes with remorse and said, “no”. I looked back onto the pitch to see the team struggling as we only had ten players on the field. It was a corner for the Spartans, they had crossed it in and headed it down toward the bottom right of the goal. I looked at the team and they all gave me a glance. I covered my face with my hands. I went over the moment again and again. If only I had moved away in time this might have not happened, I knew it. It was my entire fault that we were going to lose the game.
The whistle blew to declare our loss, as all the Spartan fans jumped into the field and flooded the pitch with happiness. I went straight to my dad’s car; I could not face any of the other teammates. My dad drove towards home and stated, “maybe next time son”, but that was the only chance we could have to grab the title. I gave a short cry as we drove off towards the sunset
