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BOOK TWO IS ALSO IN THIS BUT IT IS DISCONTINUED!
Alexis Cassidy Baxter. Commonly known as Alex. Football; comfort; determined.
Jayden Bryce. Commonly known as Jay. Soccer; "bad boy" (not really...
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Five minutes to go.
Five minutes until we were given a fifteen minute break and we'd go into extra time if neither team scored.
The defences were tight up and looked too good to be true to score against, however, as Chase was now a free for all, we had gotten a few attacks in. Turns out Beverly Hills' goalkeeper wasn't just talk and could actually save a ball with a pretty nasty dive.
Four minutes to go.
Next thing I know, I'm laying on the floor, with a clean tackle, only moments after gaining possession of the ball. I could start to feel the frustration build up from inside of me, and it was starting to nag me beyond relief.
Taking a deep breath, I say down, hands on the tip of my cleats. I just had to pick up myself from the battlefield. It was just a few more shots I had to take and the war was over.
I was on the front line. I knew the pressure was on. I could feel it like a string of chains which held me bound, weighed down by all past regrets of not taking the winning shot. I owed it to the team to help and I wasn't going to mess this up.
Three minutes left.
Chase has once again regained control, and I shot up, faster than any bullet ever could, and dashed across the pitch like my life depended on it. I could feel the sweat accumulating on my shoulder, as my breaths became shallower and shorter. But this was the game I loved, and I intended to leave the battlefield with a mark at most.
I was planning on attempting the impossible.
Two minutes left as I yelled for Chase to pass it to me. He acknowledged me, before running closer towards me. This was it.
The moment had come to show who I really was. I just had I believe it.
"When you fall, get up" from waka waka by Shakira played in my head, and a newfound confidence burst from my chest. The anthem of the World Cup was obviously on my side.
People were starting to feed on their expectations from what I was to do. I knew all I needed to do was believe, though.
I'd been trying to master the bicycle kick from a young age. Never had I pulled it off. However, from this far distance and a strong defence, this was the only thing that could work.
It was the only thing that would bedazzle the team, shocking them, and allowing us to slip the goal into the back of the net.
All I needed to do was believe, I kept reminding myself.
One minute left.
Chase shouted to me, with only forty seconds remaining as he passed it to Nick, who in no hesitation forwarded it to me.
