A Dream

The referee looks to his watch.Only seconds remained.This was it.I had to make this count.The ball was send floating into the penalty box.The ball was traveling fast and was played a little too forward in front of me for my short,tired legs to chase.The ball was also a little too high for me as i was merely a midget compared to the giants of the average football player.The pressure to score in front of the thousands who supported us in the stadium,let alone the billions watching on their TV sets all around the world was immense.But it was that little country that some have never heard of right above an island called Singapore was what drove me on.The hopes and dreams of the population of some 28 million people back home to see their country reach the World Cup Final for the very first time and wining it was all down to this one final chance.It spurred me on.My tired legs fought through the aches and cramps and propelled me higher than ever in the air.My head jerked backwards and steady itself for that one final header on goal.It was not going to be easy as the opposing team's giant defenders immediately surrounded me as if live depended on it and they too jumped for the ball.Even their goalkeeper felt the need to come flying out of his line in attempt to fist the ball away into safety.I held my breath as the whole world followed,and thrust my head forward as hard as i could.And it happened......

All eyes were on the ball as it flew towards goal like a missile until finally...the ball rippled the net for the very last time in the tournament.Loud roars and screams then followed shortly after as i felled awkwardly on the lush greenery albeit the whole world was too busy celebrating that goal to even notice.The goal drew joy and to some,tears and soon,confetti and fireworks filled the dark night sky with beautiful colours when the referee blowed his whistle for full time.We've Won!We've FINALLY WON!!!And it was only right for me-the player who's responsible for such ecstasy be able to join in the celebrations.....but there would be one less player in the dressing room that night.I tried in vain picking my badly-battered self up.My body just lied dead on the now confetti laden pitch.No one took notice on that one player that made all the difference who's now lying motionless on the pitch.Then came a sharp pain that somewhat came from all parts of my body.I can feel my body shutting down.And in an instant,my eyes somehow began to swell from the tears that was now dripping down my face.No,the tears didn't roll out because of the pain.The tears rolled out because i really loved making people happy.And that I've just realise i caused millions of people around the world that night the joy that comes ever once in a lifetime.My eyes began shutting as if drawing the final curtain of my life.And just as it were about to seal shut,i asked myself the inevitable question.Was it worth it?And my answer was.....Deep Breath*

GOOD MORNING IAN!!!!