For 87 minutes Newtown AFC and Rockchapel UTD, my team, have been equal. The score was 2-2. I had the ball in front of the goals. Unexpectedly, a defender came right at me. I collapsed onto the ground.
This was my chance.
“Aagghh! I’m hurt” I screeched. I cried crocodile tears harder than ever. Within a few seconds, medics, teammates and the referee crowded around me.
“Penalty” said the Ref.
I willingly took the penalty. I stood in front of the wide goals. I took my match winning shot. As my team bellowed joyously with the orange lit sky behind us, we headed home for a party.