I played soccer in high school. It was near the end of the season and we weren't great, but we were okay. We needed to get some wins or at least ties to have a chance to make the playoffs.

We were playing against an okay team, but we should have been able to win. We went down to 2-0 and at least one of their goals shouldn't have counted, because it came after a throw-in and the guy stepped like all the way over the line.

Anyway, we scored with about 10 minutes left. I was in the zone and focused. A ball got played up from midfield about towards goal and a guy on our team chested it down about 20-25 yards from goal. I yelled, "Leave!" The guy who chested it down kinda backed up a little, shielding the ball. I ran onto it and curled it into the upper 90 at the far post. It was awesome. The whistle blew right after the kickoff following the goal to end the game.

Then we lost in overtime and it sucked.