Soon the whistle of the referee blows off indicating the start of the match. The opponent team is in possession of the ball at first but they fail in scoring a goal and finally the ball comes to our possession.
Our number 7 is dashing towards the opposite goal post with the ball dancing between his feet. Ethan is running through his sides. When he notices the center forward of the rival team charging towards him, number 7 passes the ball to number 21, who after successfully managing to hoodwink the two center middle fielders passes the ball to Ethan as three opponent players bore down upon him.
Ethan dashes towards the goal post with high speed. The people around me cheers loudly for him. Even Andrea is cheering. I watch holding my breathe in my chest.
When he reaches at a littl
