“Oh please, God.” The man prayed and begged for God’s mercy. The pressure he was receiving from all over the world was enough to crush him like a little bug.
“Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please…” These words kept repeating in his head. Everything around him was in slow motion, and it somehow felt like he was in a dream. He could hear the sound of the cheering crowd, but only as a faint noise in the distance. All he could hear was his heart pumping blood through his veins, and the sound of his heavy breathing, and they were too loud for the man to bear.
His whole life had been just a step, all of it leading up to this one moment.
His enemy, wearing a green uniform, stood right in front of him like a huge wall, ready to put his life into misery. He looked furious and ready for anything that the man threw at him. Behind the man, his teammates too, were praying, with their arms around each other’s shoulders. They were exhausted, and so was the man, but they had somehow managed to run for the last 120 minutes.
And now, it all depended on him. The referee blew the whistle and suddenly everything seemed to move faster. He realized the loudness of the supporters’ cheering, the blinding flashing light from the news paper cameras, and most of all, the soccer ball placed about 5 meters away from him.
“This is it,” the man whispered to himself. He took a deep breath, and ran towards the ball to shoot the final P.K. goal.