when your parents threaten to take your allowance away
Let me set the scene for you:
It’s indoor soccer. My team is up 2-1. Our team has been thrashed in every other game this season. It’s my first game playing for them, filling in as goalkeeper.
The ref calls 30 seconds left. Our opposition dribble the ball down the wing. A player gets loose in front of goal. I need to try and cover this player while also blocking the goals.
The pass comes in. I have to react. It’s wide and to my left, directly towards the loose player.
I decide to dive for it. I throw myself to the ground, stretch my left hand out…and only just graze the ball with my finger tips.
Not enough to knock it away.
It lands in front of the loose player and he slams it into the back of the net.
His team jump and scream in celebration for the tied score. I am left to spend the rest of my life imagining what the ecstasy of a victory would have felt like.
Had to fill in for a friend’s indoor soccer team tonight. And have to fill in for another friend’s indoor soccer team tomorrow night.
Never have I been in such high demand for something I am so poor at.