Monday, September 25, 2006
the feeling of standing right in front of goal, watching the ball leave your foot and go hopelessly wide right, left or over has got to be one of the sickest ever.then you bend over and bury your head in your hands, fingers running through your hair as your face winces in anguish, knowing that you've fluffed your chance at glory.
today i smacked two over, side footed one with my right foot to the corner flag, 2 whizzed wide with my left, hit the post once, dragged the ball just wide after that, had the ball tapped away lightly by my team mate just as i was bout to pull the trigger and passed the ball to the keeper countless times.
i managed to put one away though.. but
man i need more football.
