I arrived with my two feet covered in my soft, leather cleats.

The Old Trafford

Stadius welcomed me with a full audience, mainly supporters. As I gradually
move towards the centre of the pitch, I hear the sound of one hundred thousand
souls that were hungry for entertainment.

Today was a game between Aston Villa for the Premier League title. The smell of
artificial grass could not be any more realistic, as it felt like a planet only filled
with green, vibrant meadows. I raised my hand in the air firmly to thank our
team supporters. Our team had gotten into formation like mobilising armies in
the Second World War.
The referee blew the whistle. I see quadriceps instantly contracting from the
opposing team as their eyes were locked on the ball and nothing else. I find an
opportunity moving and raise my hand immediately to signal teammates that I
am available. I received the ball from Ryan and contained the ball as I ran
forward. At that point in time I could not taste anything as my taste buds had
degraded from nervousness. I ran near the corner of the pitch and crossed the
ball with my left and weak foot. Silence sets in as Javier jumps to header the ball
in a peculiar angle to confuse the goalkeeper. The ball just skims past the net as
supporters moan in disappoint. I suddenly felt weak like a cat with his last life
because of all the pain and suffering which had led to an unfortunate outcome.
The sigh of relief from the opposing team surrounded the pitch as Aston Villa
gained possession of the ball.
Anger took its toll as my hunger to score a goal multiplied exponentially. A striker
from the opposing team takes advantage of the opportunity and took a shot for
the goal. The sigh of relief was heard once again as our goal keeper, De Gea
made the save uneasily.
We finally gained possession and I noticed we only had around one minute until
the game ends as a draw. I could already see the disappointment on our club
supporters faces so I had to do something, I received anther pass from centre
midfielder Paul Scholes and I moved closer to the golden net.
As I move closer and closer to the goal my ear is amplified as I heard shouts of
motivation from supporters and I felt as if I had been lent a massive amount of
energy; something the human mind could not vividly comprehend.
I ran faster as I felt my feet lifting off the ground. Vulnerability set in as I heard
the distinct noise of defenders pummelling their feet on the ground. I was ten
metres away from the net; 9... 8 7
I went crazy as the pressure swiftly sets in to my mind and took the shot outside
the box. The ball left my foot and lightning struck the back of the net, leaving the
goal keeper shocked. Cheer and joy filled the whole stadium. I had become
Manchester Uniteds victor for the Champions League.