People all around the stadium were sitting on the edge of their seats, shouting, in anticipation. This was an important match, after all. Whichever team lost, would have to be prepared for the hate.
The goalkeeper knew that. He knew that.
Exhaustion crept in. Restless nights and lack of sleep would do that to you.
Shaking his head, he directed his focus on the football and the goal post, everything else a blur.
Don't lose.
Confuse the goalkeeper.
Just one goal and then, victory. It's alright, you can do it.
Win for your own.
Running forward, he kicked the ball.
