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Its 2-2 in the dying minutes of a vital premiership game with the leaders. Three points will put you on top of the league and in certain chance of lifting the cup at the end of the season.
You get the ball onto the wing, a quick dummy past the first defender gives you an open field infront of you. You run into space getting ready to aim a cross.
You hands are moist and the controller begins to slip away, in the anxiety you hit the button and the ball flies into the box. Time stands still as you set up the striker for an easy header on goal. No defenders anywhere and no flag is lifted.
The clock continues to tick, 90 minutes every closer and it feels as though you've wasted 45 minutes with this one single cross. The sweat runs down you forehead onto your eyebrow. Eager to wipe the sweat you contemplate missing the chance of victory for a clear forehead...
What to do?...
The time immediately returns to normal, the cross lands on the head of your top striker, you've already anticipated the goal and are up off your seat to celebrate. The urge to wipe the sweat off your brow as disipated and your overcome with excitement as the ball heads towards the goal.
The screen blurs as the sweat drips off your eyebrow into your eye, your visions blurred and lights flicker as you begin to clear you view.
Expecting to see the scoreline in your favour you release the control pad to wipe your hands on your trouser leg and eyes with your sleeve. Your dry hands overcome with a cool breeze.
You glance at the screen, the astonishing scoreline makes your mouth dry as you see a replay of the keeper parry the ball wide for a corner. Amazed at what has happened in the last few seconds; which seemed like a lifetime, you immediately pick up the controller accidentaly pressing the shoot button as you do. The ball curls into the area where a defensive line of five players clear the ball up-field.
Your dreams shattered and all hopes of glory trampled on as you see the opposition drive forward with a three on two attack.
Your fingers go cold and your hands numb as you try to get in a vital tackle to stop the attack. Franticaly pressing any button close to your fingertips, hoping that one will perform the necessary acion. Finally, a tackle flies in, but its too late. The refs already blown the final whistle. Your shoulders un-clench and your muscles relax, the controller slowly slips out of your grasp as you raise your hands to your face.
With your head in your hands, all you can hear is the cheers from the crowds for the winners.
You run your hands over your face and through your hair, gathering sweat and massaging the tension in you head. "What happened?" you ask yourself. Almost...
You gather your senses and release the tension surrounding you. Picking up the control pad you hit rematch. "Not this time" you tell yourself. The game begins again, tension mounts as the teams enter the arena and take their first steps onto the field.
Once again you prepare yourself for the vitally important match that could secure you the championship.
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Feel free to comment. Just a little extract that I felt like posting on my troubles at the top.
Thanks for reading.
Why?
You get the ball onto the wing, a quick dummy past the first defender gives you an open field infront of you. You run into space getting ready to aim a cross.
You hands are moist and the controller begins to slip away, in the anxiety you hit the button and the ball flies into the box. Time stands still as you set up the striker for an easy header on goal. No defenders anywhere and no flag is lifted.
The clock continues to tick, 90 minutes every closer and it feels as though you've wasted 45 minutes with this one single cross. The sweat runs down you forehead onto your eyebrow. Eager to wipe the sweat you contemplate missing the chance of victory for a clear forehead...
What to do?...
The time immediately returns to normal, the cross lands on the head of your top striker, you've already anticipated the goal and are up off your seat to celebrate. The urge to wipe the sweat off your brow as disipated and your overcome with excitement as the ball heads towards the goal.
The screen blurs as the sweat drips off your eyebrow into your eye, your visions blurred and lights flicker as you begin to clear you view.
Expecting to see the scoreline in your favour you release the control pad to wipe your hands on your trouser leg and eyes with your sleeve. Your dry hands overcome with a cool breeze.
You glance at the screen, the astonishing scoreline makes your mouth dry as you see a replay of the keeper parry the ball wide for a corner. Amazed at what has happened in the last few seconds; which seemed like a lifetime, you immediately pick up the controller accidentaly pressing the shoot button as you do. The ball curls into the area where a defensive line of five players clear the ball up-field.
Your dreams shattered and all hopes of glory trampled on as you see the opposition drive forward with a three on two attack.
Your fingers go cold and your hands numb as you try to get in a vital tackle to stop the attack. Franticaly pressing any button close to your fingertips, hoping that one will perform the necessary acion. Finally, a tackle flies in, but its too late. The refs already blown the final whistle. Your shoulders un-clench and your muscles relax, the controller slowly slips out of your grasp as you raise your hands to your face.
With your head in your hands, all you can hear is the cheers from the crowds for the winners.
You run your hands over your face and through your hair, gathering sweat and massaging the tension in you head. "What happened?" you ask yourself. Almost...
You gather your senses and release the tension surrounding you. Picking up the control pad you hit rematch. "Not this time" you tell yourself. The game begins again, tension mounts as the teams enter the arena and take their first steps onto the field.
Once again you prepare yourself for the vitally important match that could secure you the championship.
_____________________________
Feel free to comment. Just a little extract that I felt like posting on my troubles at the top.
Thanks for reading.
Why?
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Its 2-2 in the dying minutes of a vital premiership game with the leaders. Three points will put you on top of the league and in certain chance of lifting the cup at the end of the season.
You get the ball onto the wing, a quick dummy past the first defender gives you an open field infront of you. You run into space getting ready to aim a cross.
You hands are moist and the controller begins to slip away, in the anxiety you hit the button and the ball flies into the box. Time stands still as you set up the striker for an easy header on goal. No defenders anywhere and no flag is lifted.
The clock continues to tick, 90 minutes every closer and it feels as though you've wasted 45 minutes with this one single cross. The sweat runs down you forehead onto your eyebrow. Eager to wipe the sweat you contemplate missing the chance of victory for a clear forehead...
What to do?...
The time immediately returns to normal, the cross lands on the head of your top striker, you've already anticipated the goal and are up off your seat to celebrate. The urge to wipe the sweat off your brow as disipated and your overcome with excitement as the ball heads towards the goal.
The screen blurs as the sweat drips off your eyebrow into your eye, your visions blurred and lights flicker as you begin to clear you view.
Expecting to see the scoreline in your favour you release the control pad to wipe your hands on your trouser leg and eyes with your sleeve. Your dry hands overcome with a cool breeze.
You glance at the screen, the astonishing scoreline makes your mouth dry as you see a replay of the keeper parry the ball wide for a corner. Amazed at what has happened in the last few seconds; which seemed like a lifetime, you immediately pick up the controller accidentaly pressing the shoot button as you do. The ball curls into the area where a defensive line of five players clear the ball up-field.
Your dreams shattered and all hopes of glory trampled on as you see the opposition drive forward with a three on two attack.
Your fingers go cold and your hands numb as you try to get in a vital tackle to stop the attack. Franticaly pressing any button close to your fingertips, hoping that one will perform the necessary acion. Finally, a tackle flies in, but its too late. The refs already blown the final whistle. Your shoulders un-clench and your muscles relax, the controller slowly slips out of your grasp as you raise your hands to your face.
With your head in your hands, all you can hear is the cheers from the crowds for the winners.
You run your hands over your face and through your hair, gathering sweat and massaging the tension in you head. "What happened?" you ask yourself. Almost...
You gather your senses and release the tension surrounding you. Picking up the control pad you hit rematch. "Not this time" you tell yourself. The game begins again, tension mounts as the teams enter the arena and take their first steps onto the field.
Once again you prepare yourself for the vitally important match that could secure you the championship.
_____________________________
Feel free to comment. Just a little extract that I felt like posting on my troubles at the top.
Thanks for reading.
Why?
You get the ball onto the wing, a quick dummy past the first defender gives you an open field infront of you. You run into space getting ready to aim a cross.
You hands are moist and the controller begins to slip away, in the anxiety you hit the button and the ball flies into the box. Time stands still as you set up the striker for an easy header on goal. No defenders anywhere and no flag is lifted.
The clock continues to tick, 90 minutes every closer and it feels as though you've wasted 45 minutes with this one single cross. The sweat runs down you forehead onto your eyebrow. Eager to wipe the sweat you contemplate missing the chance of victory for a clear forehead...
What to do?...
The time immediately returns to normal, the cross lands on the head of your top striker, you've already anticipated the goal and are up off your seat to celebrate. The urge to wipe the sweat off your brow as disipated and your overcome with excitement as the ball heads towards the goal.
The screen blurs as the sweat drips off your eyebrow into your eye, your visions blurred and lights flicker as you begin to clear you view.
Expecting to see the scoreline in your favour you release the control pad to wipe your hands on your trouser leg and eyes with your sleeve. Your dry hands overcome with a cool breeze.
You glance at the screen, the astonishing scoreline makes your mouth dry as you see a replay of the keeper parry the ball wide for a corner. Amazed at what has happened in the last few seconds; which seemed like a lifetime, you immediately pick up the controller accidentaly pressing the shoot button as you do. The ball curls into the area where a defensive line of five players clear the ball up-field.
Your dreams shattered and all hopes of glory trampled on as you see the opposition drive forward with a three on two attack.
Your fingers go cold and your hands numb as you try to get in a vital tackle to stop the attack. Franticaly pressing any button close to your fingertips, hoping that one will perform the necessary acion. Finally, a tackle flies in, but its too late. The refs already blown the final whistle. Your shoulders un-clench and your muscles relax, the controller slowly slips out of your grasp as you raise your hands to your face.
With your head in your hands, all you can hear is the cheers from the crowds for the winners.
You run your hands over your face and through your hair, gathering sweat and massaging the tension in you head. "What happened?" you ask yourself. Almost...
You gather your senses and release the tension surrounding you. Picking up the control pad you hit rematch. "Not this time" you tell yourself. The game begins again, tension mounts as the teams enter the arena and take their first steps onto the field.
Once again you prepare yourself for the vitally important match that could secure you the championship.
_____________________________
Feel free to comment. Just a little extract that I felt like posting on my troubles at the top.
Thanks for reading.
Why?