The tension was getting more intense as the seconds passed. We were sitting in the dressing room waiting to go out on the Uruguayan field. Getting the prep talk from coach. The dream place for every player. I couldn’t believe it. We had actually made it. We beat the best team on the semi-finals. Richard Downworth’s soccer team had done the impossible and reached the finals. They a team from the lowest rank of the soccer leagues. Charlie Jones was the best kid having scored in the semifinals as a 21 year old substitute.
We went out and set up. It was a dream come true for me. Ninety thousand people in the stadium and millions more watching on tv. We knew we could do this even though we had never done it before. Looking up to the stand I could see the enormous crowd of people cheering for us. The thousands of people that has traveled hundreds of miles to watch this Fifa cup final. All we had to do was win and make them happy. The referee blew the whistle and Chelsea had the ball. We were pinned against the back and were defending Chelsea’s attack.
They hit the post and thanks to some amazing saves we were still tied. After 35 minutes we had our first good attack. A good run by Aidan Kittenberg down the left with a good cross into the box. I ran at it and dove for the ball. Suddenly I felt an aching pain in my ankle, a Chelsea defender had fouled me and it was a penalty. I was the captain and I had the job. That was to put the ball in the back of the net. I stepped over the ball. I was in front of millions of people watching. I was thinking I have to score this penalty.
I eyed the top left corner and kicked the ball. The ball was soaring as elegant as an eagle to the corner but hit the post. It just got up and walked over to the post. I had missed the penalty. I knew | had let my team down. I knew I had to make up for it. After a long first half we went back to the dressing room and our coach gave us a speech on what we needed to do in the second half. I tried to listen but I couldn’t, I was focused on how I had missed that penalty. We were back on the field and it was a very evenly matched second half with chances to each team.
We played good soccer game but just couldn’t find the chance to finish. The whistle blew loudly and the match had gone into extra time. We were all tyred but the chance of winning drove us on to new limits. We walked out on the field and were as determined to win this match. We had a good chances but couldn’t seem to score in the first half so the game would have to go on to the second half of extra time. The game kept going and there was no winner found. This would certainly go on to be a penalty shootout.
Chelsea had a corner kick in the last minute of extra time. Defender Joseppy Arnoldeater headed the ball and I ran as fast as an ostrich towards it and I ran towards the Chelsea goal. Chelsea had pushed almost every single one their players forward and had one person in front of goal. I ran and ran as quick as I have ever ran. I knew somewhere in the stands was my father, my mother, my brother, and my best friend. I couldn’t see them but I knew they was there hoping for me and cheering me on.
I chipped the ball over the Chelsea defender and aimed at the near post. I nailed the ball perfectly and it flew as straight as a dove straight in the back of the net. GOAL! I couldn’t believe it. I had scored and I had won the game. Thad just won the biggest game we had ever played. The crowd went wild and I was their hero! I was given the trophy and I raised it up and shouted “Team forever! “. It was a team’s work and everyone did their job. We had done it. The unheard of team had won the famous Fifa World Cup.
