The Game Kick
The crowd are on their feet, I can hear the roar and chanting of the crowd in the distance. Glancing around the stadium I can feel the intensity building, trying to focus on the placement of my ball, I wipe the sweat from my brow, eye the ball then look to the field posts, take a deep breath and slow my heart rate. I take two steps back and one to the left, I refocus and set my eye’s on the ball and picture the ball going straight down the middle of the post. I smell sweat and freshly mown short green grass.
My leg feels like it has a life of its own as it maps its path towards the ball. I feel my boot on the ball and hear the thud as it connects with the leather. I can see the ball sailing through the clear blue sky, making a beeline for the goal posts, and yes, yes, yes…. it is over.
I collapse in relief, I know my kick just put the Rugby world cup into our hands. I am a legend.
WRITTEN BY: RIVER