It was incredible, unbeatable sorcery from Ben Kong. I dribble the ball inside-out with my right foot, constantly confusing the defender on which route I will take, left or right. I faint to the left and accelerate to the right. I pace towards the finish with my remaining energy, surging ahead with genuine menace. I come across the second defender, a rather large fellow with rather large legs, all muscle. I knew I couldn't take him on and my instinct was to pass the ball. As I release the ball I begin to feel lighter, more energetic, I run as hard as I can and call for the ball “Pass!” A lob pass goes over the muscle man onto my feet. I can feel the unimaginable weight on my shoulders, the fate of this game lies within my hands, the scoreboard
