I am running....hard....sweating profusly.....along the boundary of the football ground manuevering the ball just along the edge of it so that i dont make a false to give advantage to the opposition. I slid the ball the centre half bloke who's come quite forward now. He's accosted by two heavily built defenders. He passes it on to his left who's just about the corner. I take a relief because he is my best bet, my best mate and ya the captain of the team. Now what he too is blocked. Now is the moment. I shout his name with a slang and it works as a icing on the cake. He's in deep shit and look who he will count on- Me.
Nay! He passes the ball backwards. I almost choke myself with so many words coming out at the same time that the outcome was just gibberish.
Now the ball is with our rock solid defence guy and he maneverers with the opposition so easily as if doing a tango with his girl and guess what he shoots the ball so hard that it crosses half a dozen dumbasses to make them look so timid and helpless to see a very accurate pass to ME.
I am just near the goal and all the eyes are on me. In the audiences dudes are shouting my pet name- DOGA. Yes DOGA-DOGA-DOGA!!!
By the way DOGA is the famous comics character with face of what a doberman! Its quite relevant observation you see because of my unsual connection with dogs.
Now where was I. Ya near the goal and people shouting my name. Its ringing bells for me. Now or never. One goal and the team will be through thats the plan. Quite unlike i hold back my laugh with the infamous scene fo chak de India shahrukh's tip. Its quite stupid naturally!
My eyes met with the goalkeeper. He's my enemy; i recall. If i go near the D area. He surely will punch me the chest. I have to take the chances from a distance. This is the only plan.
I take a shoot, very hard, I mean with all i have got. I feel the thump in my thigh when i do it.
The football perfectly glides in the air with a slight inswing and passing the goalkeeper. Yes i rejoice in my mind.
Ball hits the goal but to my utter disbelief it hits the goal post instead!!!! What the heck!
It rebounds and there came the saviour- Chetan Pare. He pushes the ball back into the goal.
Its a GOAL!!!
People hold him up and i feel proud that like always chetan completes my undone things into completion!!!
My sweat begins to evapourate and cools me infinitely. Suddenly the humid hot weather turns into a winter breezed type for me. My Enemy and Goalkeeper of opposition later explains me in the washroom that this is what we call sexy football thing. So we shook hands, only to see for the next match tommorow!
Later in the night i recite following lines-
Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I'm across
Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved
No better and no worse
I just got lost!
Every river that I tried to cross
Every door I ever tried was locked
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
'Cause along may come
A bigger one
And you'll be lost!
Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Oh and I'm just waiting til the firing's stopped
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
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