Doing what I do best 2

The referee blew his whistle for the second half to begin.

I jogged on side waiting for the ball to come my way , and I didn't have to wait that long.

The midfielder played the ball to me , I controlled it with my right foot and immediately charged towards my immediate opponent .

I did the famously known leg over ;drop my left shoulder, and moved to my right, which fooled the opponent into moving to the left , I continued running with the ball towards the 18 yard box with speed and confidence , scanning across the field to see if any of my teammates were open to receive a pass.

And like I thought , Albert was Open.

I swiftly kicked the ball towards Albert and surely he did his thing; heading the ball into the net .

The spectators around roared as the ball hit the back of the net.

" Boys keep an eye on him, he's going to be a thorn in the flesh" I heard Andy commanded his players.

Our captain ran towards me a gave me a strong high five.

"That's what am talking about man!, keep doing what you are doing and we can draw this game, maybe we can win it!" He said.

"Alright I will keep trying my best " I said .

The game continued with both team hustling for the ball, every time i got the ball, I got surrounded by the oppositions player, so I was fouled alot.

My ankles and toes began to hurt,since they stepped on my feets alot.

Andy's team got possession of the ball and sprinted towards our goal box in a counter attack leaving just two defensive players in their half with our teams striker named Nana kwadwo and commando who was assigned to man-mark me on the line.

They strike a shot towards my teams pole but the woodwork came to our aid when the shot hit the left pole.

The ball bounced towards my teams number 8 named Afro, who calmed dribbled an opponent and passed the ball towards my direction, as the ball came, I could hear commando speeding up towards me , which made me feel a hint of fear .

Suddenly I had a great and simple idea.

I ran towards the ball, and upon meeting the ball, I opened my legs to allow the ball to pass through, swiftly turned to avoid Commando's attack he planned to to use.

Now I sped up chasing the ball into only the goalie left to beat .

Upon reaching the goalie,I performed the fake pass; I tricked the goalkeeper into thinking I would pass the ball, so he jumped to the direction he thought I would pass to.

He caught nothing but air, laying on the grass now , he watch me as I calmly kicked the ball into the net .

I have been practicing this skill for a very long time,I failed everytime I tried to do it in a match but now I successfully did it like a Pro would.

I ran towards our bench to celebrate, suddenly I felt kick to my my right ankle.

And fell down clutching My sore foot and looked up to see my offender.

It was Commando, he stood over me like tower angryliy and said " learn to respect your seniors".

The referee ran towards us and showed Commando a red card, with a serious face, he asked Commando to leave the field.

"Ooh Mr Amoah, but he disrespected our Goalie " Commando complained.

"That does not give you the right to injure a player, it's just a friendly, you are lucky am not the sport teacher, like I would have suspend you for this silly tackle" Mr Amoah the referee threatened.

Commando shamefully walked off the field with the advantage now on our teams side.

The game ended 5-2 in our favour.

After the game Mr Amoah asked me ,Albert and a few others of our names and department

As Albert helped me remove my boots, I saw Julie ran towards me to give a hug.

She sat beside and hugged me tightly, make my biceps feel her firm but soft breast.

" Nice goal you scored there on the field" she excitedly said.