Published on December 18, 2014
unthinkable happens. Ezra Chapels, the star center back for Argentina, slide tackles, cleats up, into Chris, taking him out. I hear a stomach wrenching crack. The referee blows his whistle and runs to give Ezra a straight red. The ref calls on our medical trainer and Chris is taken off the field in a stretcher. Coach Joe yells at me to take the penalty kick. I walk up to take the penalty kick. A million things are running through my head, will Chris be ok, did he break a bone. Concentrate, I told myself. I position myself to take the kick and then I run up to shoot the ball. I shoot it right at the keeper. After the keeper saved the ball, he threw it to Lional Wood, who then dribbled down the field and scored the winning goal for Argentina. Tweet! Tweet! The referee blew his whistle.I fell to my knees when Lional scored. Game Over. I felt like it was all my fault. How could I have missed. This was all I had dreamed about. ~~~ At the hospital, I sat down next to Chris. “Howdy, how’s it going.” I uttered. “Ok, I guess. They said I broke my tibia,” Chris replied, “they also told me they are testing my blood to see anything else is wrong with me.” “You’ll be fine,” I encouraged Chris. “How’d the game go?” Chris asked “We lost,” I told him. “Oh well, we’ll beat them next time,” Chris answered with optimism. “Yeah, in four years,” I mumbled under my breath. When Doctor Wright walked in the room, he announced some very unwanted news. ~~~ “Get in here Tony!” Doctor Wright shouts. I am sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the diagnosis on Chris. “What! What’s going on?” I scream back.