We're in extra time.
The wind is in my hair as I run with the ball.
A pair of legs chop mine away from under me.
I hear a whistle as my vision shows the onrushing green.
I pick myself up, ignoring the pain in my ass.
The ball is set before the human wall. I get a few pats on the head.
Take a few deep breaths, and I take the kick. It curls and dips, and...