I reached my hand’s into the air feeling for the football with my fingertips. It silently dropped into the cup I had created and I pulled it up against the logo on my chest.

I pumped my legs forward, trying to think a step ahead. a linebacker made a grab at my ankles, a weak and feeble attempt. I accelerated, leaving his muscular body to fall on the green artificial turf.

As I hit the twenty yard a pack of defenders slowly surged behind me. One got to close and I pushed him away with a simple stiff arm. He tripped and toppled another defender behind him.

Ten yards to go and two defenders to beat. The crowd roared, filling the giant dome with noise, all which was closed out of my mind.

All I was focused on was the goal line. I pushed forward, all or nothing. A defender dived at me legs, making contact, but not getting a hold. I stumbled, and the only defender left jumped on me.
Five yards to go.

I powered my way forward, tasting the victory.

The crowd cheered even louder.