The Beginning of a GOAT

I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I stepped onto the field. The sun was blazing down on us, casting long shadows across the pitch. I could hear the roar of the crowd, cheering us on.

The game had started off well. We had won the kickoff and quickly pushed forward, passing the ball around the opposing team's defenders with ease. I had managed to break through their defense and score the first goal of the game. The crowd had erupted in cheers, and I felt a surge of pride and excitement.

But then things started to get tough. The opposing team had picked up their pace, and they were putting pressure on us. They had some skilled players, and they were making it difficult for us to maintain possession of the ball.

I could feel myself getting frustrated as we struggled to keep up. My passes weren't as accurate as they should have been, and I was having trouble finding space to move around. The other team was closing in on me, and I could feel their breath on my neck.

Despite our best efforts, the opposing team managed to equalize the score. The game was now tied, and we were running out of time. We needed to score another goal if we wanted to win.

As the clock ticked down, I could feel the tension in the air. The crowd was on edge, and I could hear them shouting and cheering us on. We were pushing forward, trying to create an opening, but the opposing team wasn't budging.

I had to do something, ANYTHING.

"AMIN!!" I then see the signal the coach gave us .A signal representing something we have done for hours at practice.

Abandoning our position everyone rushed forward leaving one man behind there was 9 players rushing towards the goal. I push the ball up the field on the right wing while the opponents found it to hard to mark 9 rushing players. I use the chaos to make quick one two passes. There was one defender on me making it impossible for me to cross it. I had to get passed him, I try baiting him with quick step overs but he doesn't budge so I quickly accelerated towards the end of the pitch where I quickly cross the ball into the middle. As I fell down from crossing in the ball.

As the ball soars into the penalty box, I see a horde of players along with the whistling and screaming of the fans in Casablanca, holding flags and chanting I spot my friend Moncef as he jumps to meet the ball. Everything was as if it was in slow motion. I could feel my heart thumping crazily as Moncef barely beat the defender and hit the ball.

BANG!!!!!!!!!!!

As if a gunshot was fired at my heart. The ball hit the post and bounced back to a defender witch cleared the ball to the the middle of the field. It was a 1v1 scenario.

"GET BACK !!!!" Our coach was screaming to get back. Everyone was running back crazily. We wanted Khalid, the defender we left behind to delay their striker until we arrived back. He couldn't. The striker easily got past him after a quick elastico witch megged Khalid. The striker was one on one with the keeper. The keeper charged at the striker with his arms open and slid. The striker chipped the ball over his head and again as if it was in slow motion. All everyone could do was watch as the ball headed towards the net.

Phwwwwwhht!!!

The final whistle was blown.