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Wednesday, 4 November 2015

THE GAME KICK

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