HE received the pass and attempted to dribble past the opposition and make them close down on him before laying the ball off for his team-mate to shoot.

HE had a plan that was supposed to work on theory, but he was brought down by a crunching tackle.

"BEEEP!" the whistle rang. It was a free-kick just outside the penalty area. It was so close yet so far.

If HE could score it, they win. That goal would be the winning goal and it would be HIS and only HIS.

HE has to deliver. HE has had mounting expectations by his fans and kinsman. Failure was not an option anymore.

HE stood a few metres from the ball, adjusted his angle and mentally decided how he would take the kick.

Another plan was conceived in HIS head. HE would shoot the ball over the defensive wall and aim for the top corner of the goal-mouth.

HE took a deep breath and started his run. Small rapid steps, then with one large left footed stride he pivoted himself and swung HIS right foot.

HE contacted the ball perfectly at the bottom of the sphere. The ball took flight with a dipping spin. It soared over the wall and flew towards the spot HE was aiming for.

But HE never knew whether he scored or not, because sadly the story teller don't know either.

what do YOU think the outcome would be like?