01 Season's final match. Yesterday my football team had our last match of this season. The result didn’t mean anything as our team was in the middle of the table without any chances to go up. The weather was extremely good, so I decided to go to the stadium on a bike. It took me about 30 minutes to get there, which was fast because bike could avoid traffic. The match began. I was playing as a striker and managed to score two fast goals in under 10 minutes. A moment later I was controlling the ball when opponent made a tackle, but instead of hitting the ball he twisted my ankle. For a second I thought that it was completely fucked. I was screaming awfully and couldn’t leave the pitch by myself. My first thoughts were “my vacation is ruined, no surfing for me”, “how will I get home? I can’t ride my bike”. But then suddenly pain started to go away. I tried walking and it felt not that bad. Our coach brought some ice to put on my ankle and bandaged it after. I forgot about pain and I was eager to go on a field again, because the game started so good for me. Coach brought me on for the last 15 minutes of the match and I completed a hat-trick by scoring a volley from a corner. We won 6-3 and were pretty happy in spite of finishing the 15th in the league. First thing I did when I got home was putting my already swelled leg under cold shower. It was hard for me to step on it for the rest of the day. I was going to help my mom at our summer cottage next day, but sadly I had to cancel my visit. Right now I’m sitting at my PC writing this and asking myself: “Was it worth it?” … Totally ^__^