A Clean Header on the Wing

I spotted a stray plastic table tennis ball rolling loosely across the floorboards right by the carved leg of the sideboard! Two discarded wooden dominoes stood upright nearby, spaced apart like an open goalmouth waiting for an opening strike. Without a moment's hesitation, I charged forward, lowered my plush head, and delivered a resolute header with my snout. The hollow ball zoomed across the timber with a sharp tap and rattled cleanly through the domino uprights before bouncing against the skirting board! That is how you open Saturday morning competition with style.