As cold as ice the chill shivered down the player's spine as he nervously placed the ball on the wet, green grass. Beads of sweat popped up on his forehead, glistening like tiny crystals. Palms of his hands clammy, pulse racing like a Formula 1 engine the player suddenly realises this kick means survival or relegation! Screams and anxious cries fill the packed stadium. The noise deafening, he steps back in slow motion, destiny in his own hands.
Eye to eye with his opponent, glaring and daring him to save it as he approaches the ball. And then the noise stopped.... a miss! Relegation’s confirmed.
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