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Saturday, 19 July 2014
The Golden Goal
Football and hockey were played and competed amongst the
squadron alternatively every term. The price of hockey sticks ranges from
Rupees 100 to 5000. And during the hockey playing term it is compulsory to have
hockey sticks for every cadet. We go for the cheapest sticks as it is required
for only one term, this leads to hitting the ball with care because the cheap
sticks break easily, leading to purchasing of a another new one.
I was in second string hockey team of my squadron and we
were doing very well. We reached the knock out round.
The match between our squadron and other squadron was so
competitive; both the teams were equally good leading to draw at the end of the
game even after the extra time. Therefore to decide the winner, as in football
the penalty shots were required. Five best players from both the team was
chosen to shoot the penalty shot. I was not included in that first five because
I was told that one cannot hit the ball in the penalty shot but just scoop it
or push the ball hard keeping the hooked part of the stick touching the ball, I
was not so good in doing that during the practice session.
We began the first shot and it went in. Their first player
scored the goal too. There was tension building up not because of anything but
if we win this game our midterm mood will be extended for another week. And if
we lose all our effort will go in vain and on top of that there will be some
more physical activities waiting for us in the odd hours. The second shooter of
ours was saved by the goal keeper so did our goal keeper for their shot. The
rest of the players and the cheering party did not look at the shots thereafter
but cheering our lungs out with our back to the activities going on in the
field. All five shots were complete but again it was draw.
As I have been thinking, amongst the players left after
taking out the first five, I was the best option left to take the shot. I
wanted to deny but if I did not do it, me and as well as others knew that there
was no much hope from the others.
It was told to us by the referee that it would be a golden
goal penalty i.e who ever scores the first goal will be the winner and there
will be no further attempts. As we have taken the shot first in the five to
five penalty they got chance to shoot first, we were not happy with that but
the only solace was that they too have fielded the best five in the earlier
The penalty shooter took the position, he looked tensed and
we could almost see him shivering. He took the shot which hit the keeper directly
and all my friends burst out shouting, except me. Now it is my turn to cool
myself down, and be composed to take the shot. I almost felt like complaining
about the goal post being too small. As I was approaching the post the goal
keeper looked so huge that when he extended his arms it covered the post
completely, leaving little space between his legs and at the corners of the
post. I have decided to put the ball through, between his legs because
attempting at the corners would be too risky as the margin of error there is
quite less. I put the hooked portion of the stick on the ball. I tried to look
formidable to the keeper, stretched my arms and scooped the ball, hard. To my
utter dismay the ball was rolling towards the keeper very slowly like in slow
motion. I knew that even a child could stop a penalty like that. But the keeper
thinking, that just like other penalty shots, it must be coming fast so he did
the kicking motion in the expected direction of the ball; as he lifted the leg
my ball was half way in the same direction, rolling slowly. His team mates
shouted instruction to the keeper about where the ball is approaching. Due to
the cumbersome attire of the keeper in hockey, it took time for him to react
giving just enough time for the snail paced ball to cross the line below his
lifted legs. Had the ball been scooped bit faster, it would have been saved by
the keeper. The keeper did comprehend the direction of the ball accurately but
failed to comprehend the speed. He must have the judged the speed from the
looks of the player and Bhutanese were considered strong.
cumbersome attire of the keeper
I was lifted on the shoulders by my team mates and carried
around, there were endless kisses, hugs and handshakes. I knew that I was not a
best player but I was just lucky that day, for not knowing how to scoop - hard.
But opponent thought that I did that shot on purpose to trick the keeper.
Whatever maybe we won that match with that golden goal.