Two all in the final, last kick of the game. The referee points to the spot. The walk from the halfway line is yours alone, forty thousand people holding one breath. Score this and your team lifts the cup.
Close your eyes. You're on the walk from the halfway line. Long strides, slow exhale, the noise far away. Place the ball. Step back. See your corner: bottom left, inside the post. Three steps, plant, strike clean through the ball. The net ripples. Your teammates are sprinting to you. Hold that.
If the keeper delays and the wait stretches, then I stay on my breath and hit the corner I chose.


