What on earth is happening? The guy I fully expected to step into the goal for the final shot of the kid—who came sprinting like he was going to knock the life out of the ball—is just standing there with his back turned to us. He's facing the very real danger of losing double the money he took or an imported pack of long cigarettes if it's a goal, yet he's refusing to budge.
Unlike him, the guy taking the third shot managed to hit the ball's valve dead on this time. They say there's an invisible path that goes directly from one heart to another, but I can clearly see the shape of the ball turning into a shooting star.
And then came the thunder. The massive tremor that started from the crossbar dragged the other two posts right along with it. They are trembling like a gazelle that managed to dodge a crocodile at the very last second while drinking water by the river.
"The goalpost shrank. I swear to God the crossbar dropped down!"
