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The final whistle is nearing as the opposing team members scramble to cut me off from the goal. Time for one last attempt and the season will be over. I turn with the sun in my face and advance up the field, tuning out everything but the goal.
Kicking and maneuvering the ball, I am on autopilot now. Five seconds remain. One last fake and I launch the kick.
Time stands still, the ball passes just out of reach of the agile goalie, and we are state champions. Only then do I hear the mighty roar from the fans.