When I was eight-ish years old, I played soccer for the villa rica recreational department. We had a game, it was the last game of the season, it was the championship game. We played against a team called “The cougars” and By the end of the game our two teams were tied at 2-2; The game went into overtime. The referees decided that the game would end with a PK shootout. I was chosen as the goalie for my team, and my friend, Will, was the shooter (but he’s not important). The teams flipped a coin to see who would shoot first, surely enough, our team went first. Me and the other goalie were almost the same when it came to skill, so I wasn’t surprised when he caught the first ball. Then it was my turn to block the ball. The referee blew his whistle
