From The Spot

Breathing heavily and filled with adrenaline, you step up and claim the sphere like it is your own child. Nobody will take this chance from you after working so hard for it. You carefully place it on the edge of the white spot and take a few steps back. Its the calm before the storm. You look up and realize the three posts seem much closer together now that there is a titan between them. After almost 90 minutes of giving all you have your heart is trying to escape from your chest but with a deep breath of fresh air you manage to put it at wrest. As the official demands everybody to stand behind the white line you get a chance to fix your socks and set your mind straight. You hear the titan heavily clashing his hands together but you have been preparing for this moment. Suddenly the world around you starts to fade out. The heavy breathing from the awaiting stampede behind you disappears and it is now just you and the so familiar sphere. You have been practicing this act every night and from the moment you stepped up to the spot you knew how it was going to end. You have been writing your destiny throughout the restless nights on the grass, letter by letter, strike by strike. When the high pitch whistle screams through your ears you take a deep breath, calmly jog up to the spot and strike like you have done many times before. It doesn't matter how small the gap is between the titan's long arm and the right post because all you needs is that narrow gate in the bottom right corner. As you look up you hear the cold white metal's noise. after the so familiar sound the ball caresses the net behind the beaten soul laying on the ground and you lift your arms in relief and satisfaction.