The Final 15 Seconds

It was the final 15 seconds. They were 3 - 4 down. The scoreline was unjust on Him and His team. He had played a lung busting game. Chasing down every ball and winning it for His team. Urging them on. A constant thorn for the opposition. He showed no mercy. He asked for none.

But here it was. The final seconds of the match and they were losing.

The Enemy had possession.

He made a dash across the field and confronted the Attacker. He was spent. Even His legendary endurance was gone. He won the ball back for his team. He bustled pass the Attacker and passed it to the Playmaker. The Playmaker held onto the ball. Almost selfishly. No. The Playmaker wasn't being selfish. The Playmaker was waiting for Him to make a run.

And The Run came.

He was still deep in the field but He still made a bursting sprint down the flank before a sublime diagonal run across the field into the middle. He was quickly picked up by the Defender. The Defender stayed with Him. But He managed to keep his position and presented perfectly.

It was perfect.

It was The Run.

The Playmaker gave it a deft touch and the ball glided across the ground. Splitting open the Enemy like a blade. And came to His feet. Here it was. The last seconds. The final chance to get something from the game.

And He struck it beautifully at the goal...

Only for the ball to be pushed away by the Keeper and then cleared away by the Defender.

A-la-la-la-n