Short story Their is some rude language as this is from a real life perspective! Please enjoy "If god wanted us to play football in the air, he would've painted the sky green" - Sir Bobby Robson I sat in class, daydreaming about the match tonight. Football, my game, my life. "Karl, pay attention!" Yelled Mrs Creamer. "Sorry miss" I mumbled, I returned to my work, but I still couldn't stop thinking about the game. The rest of the day ghosted away, i approached the changing rooms as the away team piled in. One large blonde haired boy eyed me up as he walked by. He turned his head when their coach went inside the changing rooms. The wind made my legs chilly so I rushed inside. The steps echoed as I walked up, I could hear the battlecries already, I listened to the coaches pumping up their troops. I pushed the door open, the lads looked up and noticed I had walked in, that kid, that's all I was. Blair, Jack, Jake and Matt all chatted in one corner, probably about me and why I joined the team. I searched for Toby and James, my friends in the team, they got me here and now I was actually helping them as they had slumped into a bad mood. "Mrs Creamer is gonna kill me the fat *****" Toby and James were talking Their lessons. "Yer, she's a uptight cow ain't she?" Coach exclaimed. James went immediately red in the face, "No... Sir... She's... Lovely?" "Pfeewww, no balls, I dont care lad, just next time stand up for yourself, I like grit and determination on my team!" Coach stared at all of us. "Now if we win this, the cup final awaits! So..." Everyone remained silent. The coach continued "We have the chance to win the cup for the first time in our history". "COME ON LADIES! GET OUT THERE AND BEAT THESE LOT! YOUT BETTER THAN THEM!" Coach read the riot act as usual and then the team sheet. I was sub along with Toby, Macca and Luke. I wished James good luck and started the long walk to the dugouts. A nice day for football, almost too nice...
Warm ups, last minute preparations and finally kick off. I glanced at the opposition, the blonde haired boy was in goal. well in goal? More like he filled the entire goal I thought to myself with a little chuckle. Coach snapped straight onto the noise "Karl, one round the pitch, now!" "What?!" I glumly head off round the pitch, it gave me a good view of the turf and I quickly noticed we were going uphill. I coughed and spluttered for one second when I was behind the goal posts, the blonde haired boy gleamed at me with disgust. *SMACK* The ball came flying into the goal, the boy lost concentration while looking at me and had let the ball float by into the empty net. 1-0 to Westfield School! I jogged back to the dugout, "LMFAO, What a fail by the keeps" I whispered to Toby. "Yer, but Evercreech have dominated the half, ****... ****..." Toby seemed tranfixed onto the pitch. Penalty... Come on James! Come on... The red blew, Evercreech... Scored, 1-1 and the halftime whistle blew, we needed to change the half hadn't gone well. Blair was injured, our top scorer to boot. "Right lads, being honest, that was ********!, I want more energy!, Karl on for Blair, Wingers get past your man and put the ball into the box for Karl and Toby, Toby on for Jack" The final song had been sung by the coach, the second half was about to start, my first game for the school! I could see the school news tomorrow: Karl bags 69 goals! We followed the coaches orders and soon we sailed into a 2-1 lead, Matt passed to Callum, Callum dribbled towards goal, he passes to Toby and instant goal. I slowly jogged back to the halfway line, being the second striker made my life easy, forward thinking only is what the coach said. "Pass it to me, pass it to me! PASS IT TO ME!" I yelled. Matt looked up, played it to me and I was off, Evercreech stood ahead of me and I was knocking em down like pins at a bowling alley. *WHACK* I hammered one at goal, "Topcorner, Topcorner! It's going in!" I watched in amazement, until the keeper stopped it, the shot was perfect, just the keeper was better. Corner kick. Toby lofted the ball in, I went to header the ball, the keeper rushed out. I reached the ball first, goal mouth scramble, I nodded the ball into the corner of the goal! I'd scored!... 2 years later "That's my story" I exclaimed "Well that can't be it?" the teacher asked "Well..." It's funny how life can be so cruel at your happiest times. I'd scored yes, but I got pounding for it, fist to the face and studs straight into my stomach. If it wasn't for that day, I could have died, I was bleeding because of the impact, but their was something wrong. The bleeding wouldn't stop, I just remember blood, screaming and bright lights. My heart would never be the same again...