Last Chance Poem by Gab Oso

Her heart rushed.
Her blood boiled.
Her legs shook.
Her lips quivered.
This was it.
It was down to this.
She forgot everything.
All the plays she had learned.
All those hours of practice.
All that pain.
All those tears.
Her mind was blank.
15 seconds on the clock.
It was the finals.
Last game of the season.
They were down one.
Now was their chance to tie.
To stay in the game.
It was all up to her.
It was only her and the goalie.
A breakaway.
She had beat the rest of the team.
All of them except the goalie.
10 seconds.
She ran towards the net.
Her and the ball.
She could see the goalie’s face clearly.
Nervous, scared, but ready.
“Shoot! Let it go! Show what you’ve got! ” cheered the crowd.
7 seconds.
So much pressure.
She had forgotten how to shoot a ball.
8 years of soccer, and when it was most important, she forgot it all.
So, she did what she always did in situations like this.
She pictures her grandfather in the crowd around the field, alongside her mother.
“Make him proud.” She thought.
3 seconds.
She let it go.
Nice and strong.
Like a bullet.
But she missed, she missed the net.
By a mile.
The whistle blew.
The crowd went wild.
“Sorry Grandpa.” She whispered.
Tears streamed down her face.
Her team was disappointed, everyone was.
But they still had smiles plastered on their faces.
She didn’t need that.
She needed honesty.
But most of all,
She needed her Grandfather.