The Night We Met

Part Nine

We're sixty five minutes in and the score board is showing two numbers, which makes my stomach drop.

Two - Bayern.

Zero - Dortmund.

I close my eyes as I beg for God to stand with our boys in this match.

Jacob's still not out on the field. Now that freaks me out. Is he seriously not playing this game? I know I'm getting ahead of myself, because there's still twenty five minutes remaining, but why's the coach saving him?

I walk from one side to the other, not taking my eyes off the pitch. Dortmund is currently in attacking position on my side of the field. Tyler passes to Garret, and Garret attempts to score, but he hits exactly the bar of the goal.

Everyone in the audience oos, as the ball reaches Bayern again.

I shoot a glance at Dortmund's team and when I finally see what I need to see. A tall man with number twenty two is standing at the line on the opposite side of the pitch, waiting for his turn on the field.

I exhale, but the remaining stress is still haunting me like a shadow.

The referee blows in his whistle, as the players stop running on the field. Another one near Jacob rises the board above his head, showing two numbers for Dortmund's team. Seventeen in red, twenty two in green.

Garret runs to Jacob off the field, giving him a high five, as they switch their positions. I hear the crowd cheering and ooing for Jacob, screaming his name.

I continue to scratch my cuticle until it becomes insanely painful. Tyler steals the ball from Bayern, and passes it to another player of Dortmund's, as they run closer and closer to my side of the pitch again.

The crowd is going crazy, and I can't control myself anymore.

''You got this,'' I whisper to myself.

That player passes the ball back to Tyler and who passes the ball so quickly over at Jacob, as he runs in the zone and kicks the ball towards the goal.

The sounds fade away, as I watch along all the audience to see if he made the shot.

AND HE DID!

I scream at the top of my lungs and cheer along with all the audience for Jacob, because he just got the scoreboard to two-one. I look down at my phone and quickly edit the video I took and publish at the story without checking it twice.

Twenty minutes left.

Come on, come on!

The goalkeeper of Bayern's kicks the ball toward one of the players, as they begin the attack to the Dortmund's goal. I have some hope now.

Bayern attempts to score the third goal, but it doesn't work out in their favor, letting Dortmund get the ball and begin the attack again.

The ball reaches Anthony, as he dribbles his way out of two defenders. He runs to the opposite side of me, so I have to reach to my toes to see the following game.

He passes the ball to Jacob again. He takes the lead, returning to my side. Before he even reaches the zone, one of Bayern's players brutally slamming into Jacob, making him fly in the opposite direction.

I gasp, my hand automatically slamming my mouth.

Oh no.

Everyone from Dortmund's side starts to yell at that player and call him names I didn't know existed.

But the worst thing is, Jacob is still on the ground, barely moving.

I want to throw my body over the side and run to check Jacob out to see if he's gotten any sort of traumas. I want to see if he's okay. But I can't, because the paramedics are on their way already. I'm only left here with everyone else to see what happens.

One of the paramedics is right in front of me, in my way to see Jacob's face as they help him get up. I move quickly away from my spot, as I change my standing place. Now I got a clear view of Jacob, as he's being held up from one of the paramedics. He's holding his shoulder with his hand, wincing at every touch from the man who's checking his arm out.

''It's okay!'' The man says to the elderly woman, who's also by Jacob's side.

Thank God, I exhale.

He's good. He's alright. He's fine.

I calm myself.

The referee walks up to Jacob and says something to him. He only nods with his head.

As the circle of Dortmund's team and paramedics clear up, I only realize now that that player from Bayern has gotten a yellow card and is benched by his coach.

Take that, you pathetic looser.

Jacob is now standing at the line to score a penalty.  I'm holding my hands to my chin, begging for this goal to make it's way into the goal.

Please, please, please, please...

I hear the whistle. The field is quiet, except by some individuals from Bayern's fans booing at Jacob, trying to mess with his head.

That's it. Jacob's taking two big steps towards the ball and he kicks it with full pressure, as it swirls in the air.

No. No. No. No. No.

Fuck!

I say to myself. But then I realize that the ball just flew in the goal from the right upper side.

''Yes!'' I scream, as I jump up and down and clap my hands.

I watch Jacob and few other team player's run towards the corner of the field and Jacob does his signature move - he pressed his finger against his lips and looks down at his legs, shushing the crowd, as his teammates congratulate him.

It's two-two now.

Five minutes left. Five minutes.