An exercise this week in my online flash fiction course was to describe a boy playing football on the street. And introduce drama. Well, I have no football know- how, so had to research this and beg the men in my life to edit it.... So here goes.
Injury
Time
Ninety
minutes gone and into injury time. Let’s finish it!
Jamie Healy
takes the ball on the right wing. He’s fouled. Why doesn’t the referee blow his
whistle? Ball lands near no-go area. Jamie has already lost three balls to road
traffic accidents. Two were flattened outright and one was chipped from car to
car until it was finally struck by an oncoming SUV. Not even defibrillation could
revive the squashed pigskin.
Healy
sprints down the pitch that is wedged between Toners’ front yard and his own,
the neighbour’s row of trivet demarcating the touchline. The fans are
speechless.
Lionel
Messi tackles Healy and regains the advantage. Messi dribbles, but Healy
tackles, and with a scissors kick, flicks the ball back to his co-midfielder. The
Oaklanders are on their way to the Champions League final! Barcelona
Two minutes
to go.
Fourteen
metres from the goal Jamie Healy strikes. Great chance for the home team! But
the ball ricochets off the post. Healy dives to intercept its trajectory
towards the open road where tea time traffic is building.
One minute
to go.
Busquets
gets possession of the ball midfield. He shouldn’t even be there. He feigns,
dribbles, does a one two with Rakitić and finds Messi with a sublime ball. The
Barce fans are on their feet.
Come on
ref! Blow the whistle! Time’s up!
Healy intercepts
the low cross from Messi, feints a kick pass, blindsides Vidal and with an
instep drive shoots the ball past Terstegen. What a goal! It ricochets off the
post for a second offensive. What a chance! But Healy back heels it over the
crossbar and the young Oakland
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Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2019
Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2019
Too much football jargon for me to understand!!!!
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