Score the winning goal/try/basket.
1st April 1992.
Location: The Salts recreation ground, East Sussex, UK.
Attendees: My dad & the rest of the Rye United under
11’s football team.
Another football story, I’m
afraid. It was the end of another season. We had had another of our usual
campaigns. Starting with much promise, dreaming
of that first ever title win, drifting around mid table obscurity after 5 or 6
games & staying there for most of the season. The end of this One however,
was slightly different. Suddenly a game from the end of it, we found ourselves
sitting 5th, 2 points from 4th & the holy grail of
the playoffs.
We had to play the team sitting
above us. A win would send us through. Now, I have to say it wasn’t exactly a
tense game, as we ended up winning 4-1, but I’d like to think the goal I scored
was crucial.
We were 3-1 up. We’d played well
all game, but from the 70th minute, we’d been under the most intense
pressure you can imagine. The other team had hit the post the crossbar &
the other post at least twice. We’d barely had got out of our half for the last
20 minutes.
Then the moment came. I was
playing right back. I shouldn’t have been in the position I was in, but our
whole team were back defending for their lives & I just happened to be a
metre a head of the rest & a yard quicker than everybody else.
The ball was cleared to the Left
& I ran on the opposite flank to with the guy with the ball. He crossed the
ball in the 18 yard box & I volleyed it into the top corner.
As I said, it may not have been
the spectacular strike in the last minute that nailed an outstanding
performance, but it did kill the game & we went through. I have scored
& in fact saved goals that have won games, but this is the One I will never
forget. I will never forget the feeling at the end of that game, which is what,
I think this list is all about. Life experiences.

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