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Saturday Night
Arturo de Leon 30/04/2015
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Saturday Night
Malcolm is the MVP of our soccer league and today it was his day to shine more than any other day. Since the past four weeks, scouts from Manchester United, Chelsea, Barcelona and Bayer Munich are having a look at him for the future. He has scored 29 goals in a league of 18 games, which is very impressive for a 17-year-old boy. This Saturday was the last game of the league, the most important day of our lives, the final. This would be the third consecutive time we win this cup in the past years and we would be the first team to ever accomplish such thing.
Our last training session was over and Malcolm was so confident that tomorrow was going to be his day; he even took sleeping pills so that he could have a nice sleep for tomorrow. The game started at 4pm so me and Malcolm arrived there 2 hours earlier, just to practice and warm up a little. The team that we are going to play against is called Mustangs and they have been our archrivals since the beginning of these tournaments.
The ones that were scouting Malcolm were also scouting the captain of that team, Romero. Malcolm has been a Manchester United fan since he was 10 and by the other hand, Romero was a Chelsea since before so not only they were rivals while playing, but also in the sport; we could feel the tension when they faced each other not only in the pitch, but also in any place. The two hours passed and the match was going to start. The sound of the crowd cheering for both teams and the looks of all the scouts that were looking at Malcolm and Romero, we knew that this would not be like any other final.
The whistle blew and the ball started to roll. Malcolm and me where the perfect duo, in all the games, we have had 35 goals and 17 assists, me playing in the middle, and he playing in straightforward position. Each half time has twenty minutes and in those twenty minutes there has been 3 yellow cards, 4 off sides, 7 corners but no goals. The second half started and it was more intense than the first half and no goals yet. At minute 35, only three more minutes till the end, there were still no goals until there was a chance to make history. Malcolm had the ball just in front of the goalkeeper, right after a superb pass from his fellow teammate, me. Right before entering the goalkeeper’s area, Malcolm fell and started shouting and suffered in pain. Our scoring chance was gone and after that we knew that his Achilles tendon had snapped and because of that we lost the final in over time by a goal of Romero and Malcolm never saw those scouts again.
