Knowing Asher

Chapter|73b|

Asher

I went into the locker room after the talk with her. I wasn't going to think about that right now. This game was more important.

I put my band sleeve on my arm and
a headband on my head to tame my hair from distracting me during the match.

"It's time, boys. Our time to win this.
Every minute counts, guys, so put in your best. Let's make history!" I said, and the boys cheered.

I smiled, glad they still respected me even though I hadn't been the best lately. We walked out, and I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

After so many years of basketball, I am close to achieving my high school dream.

I waited for this day with so much enthusiasm and anxiety. Not doing well for the past few days was enough to make me feel nervous about this.

I said a quick prayer and walked out.
There were people in the hall wishing us good luck. The gym doors were open, and it was like walking into heaven with the music pounding out loud and lights flashing in different colors.

The moment I entered into the gym, I looked up to the crowd. My heart pounded at the number of people present.  Cameras kept flashing in my eyes, and I realized this was going to be aired. Everyone from all over the world could be watching this, giving me more reason not to screw this up. I felt my body get the chills, and I took deep breaths.

We got into position. The game started with a jump ball, and the opponent teammates made the first move. Within seconds, they managed to make a hit. I groaned and took deep breaths.

Don't screw this!

Don't be a disgrace to the Bianchi.

Everyone is watching!

Scouts are watching!

Scholarship's on the line!

Your whole basketball career is on the line!

I managed to collect the ball and bounced. I shot and sighed as the ball deflected to the side.

The ball got into the hands of the opponent again, and we tried to steal the ball from them. I groaned as they managed to make a hit again. They celebrated as I stared at the scoreboard. We were so far behind and haven't managed to make a hit.

I could feel the boys' frustration and anxiety as the first half of the match was coming to an end.

I haven't proved myself worthy to coach.

He was going to bench me!

The scholarship!

Oh My God!

My head was blowing up with so many thoughts, and I felt my head was going to explode. I got hold of the ball and moved so fast. I was about to shoot the ball, but I was pushed. Which made me lose my balance and fall to the sidelines. I groaned and stayed on the floor. I closed my eyes as my whole basketball moments flashed in front of my eyes.

I love you idiot...

I don't care what people think. I will be out cheering for you, and I want you to kick their butts hard. Show 'em what it's done.

I opened my eyes and felt different.

You have gotta pull yourself together, bro. This game is really important to you, and you can't slack off now. Look at how far you have come. You shouldn't let this hinder your breakthrough.

You are a Bianchi man, and we don't FAIL.

Got it?

I got up and took deep breaths. I tried to focus on my brother's words and let it guide me.