Flick over the Bottle Cap

I set my sight on an ordinary metal bottle cap lying flat near the edge of the rug. Just one quick flick—that was the plan. I planted my left boot, nudged the cap's rim with my toe to tip it upright, and whipped a heel flick right under it. It zipped straight between the legs of a wooden stool like an impossible free kick! It made a crisp metal clatter against the baseboard, spinning until it rested right in the makeshift goal. You should have seen that spin.