The Decisive Strike

I read the bounce and stepped clean into the pocket just outside the penalty arc. A polished steel sphere spun loose across the manicured turf, slowing right into my stride. No second touch needed. I planted my left boot firmly into the sod, opened my hips, and struck through the equator with the inside of my right boot. The shot whipped into an impossible arc, bending cleanly around a recessed brass sprinkler head that stood like a lunging defender, and buried itself right into the taut white goal netting. That's why I'm here. When the moment comes, you deliver.