The game had begun. The Red Hounds were to play against a new team called the Black Hawks. The crowd was already in place, their students and friends cheered them on as the game started. Jack, the leader of the Red Hound, pursued after the ball like a lion chasing his prey.
In no time, the rain began heavily. Effectively soaking the field in the process. But the players were already far too gone to stop now. The match continued. No one was willing to give up. The ball was thrown suddenly in the air. Jack pushed forward in an attempt to catch it and fell to the ground. His pride, face and clothes stained with mud. However, he stood right back up, despite how people laughed at him especially from the other team
"Still caught it," he said aloud raising the ball for everyone to see.
Jack didn't care that he was coated with mud. Rather it strengthened his resolve to win Because sometimes, a little mud in the eye is all what one needs
The match continued, and the Red Hound played with a burning determination to win. Soon they were down to a draw, 3-3. The match was as intense as ever. They were down to a penalty kick. One last goal to determine the winners. The other team, Black Hawk, went first, choosing their best player to take the penalty.
“BOOM!” They missed.
The Red hound was next. This was the defining moment. One straight goal and they go home with the cup. The team chose Jack to give the final kick.
Jack steadied his breath, positioned himself very well, and narrowed his eyes at the goal post. With one deep breath, he kicked the ball. It moved with so much force and went straight into the goal post, colliding with the net and effectively missing the goalkeeper's attempt to stop it.
"Goal!!!!" They roared and shouted cheerfully. The Red Hound had won the competition. The utter joy and sheer victory was too sweet and beautiful. The team members carried Jack on their shoulders and cheered him on in jubilation.