Her heart rushed. <br />Her blood boiled. <br />Her legs shook. <br />Her lips quivered. <br />This was it. <br />It was down to this. <br />She forgot everything. <br />All the plays she had learned. <br />All those hours of practice. <br />All that pain. <br />All those tears. <br />Her mind was blank. <br />15 seconds on the clock. <br />It was the finals. <br />Last game of the season. <br />They were down one. <br />Now was their chance to tie. <br />To stay in the game. <br />It was all up to her. <br />It was only her and the goalie. <br />A breakaway. <br />She had beat the rest of the team. <br />All of them except the goalie. <br />10 seconds. <br />She ran towards the net. <br />Her and the ball. <br />She could see the goalie’s face clearly. <br />Nervous, scared, but ready. <br />“Shoot! Let it go! Show what you’ve got! ” cheered the crowd. <br />7 seconds. <br />So much pressure. <br />She had forgotten how to shoot a ball. <br />8 years of soccer, and when it was most important, she forgot it all. <br />So, she did what she always did in situations like this. <br />She pictures her grandfather in the crowd around the field, alongside her mother. <br />“Make him proud.” She thought. <br />3 seconds. <br />She let it go. <br />Nice and strong. <br />Like a bullet. <br />But she missed, she missed the net. <br />By a mile. <br />The whistle blew. <br />The crowd went wild. <br />“Sorry Grandpa.” She whispered. <br />Tears streamed down her face. <br />Her team was disappointed, everyone was. <br />But they still had smiles plastered on their faces. <br />She didn’t need that. <br />She needed honesty. <br />But most of all, <br />She needed her Grandfather.<br /><br />Gab Oso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-chance-2/
