Football Game I was taking a profound nap in my den. I didn't set the alarm so it was a wild power nap. In spite of that I forgot to change my phone to silent. So my phone started ringing as if a Jehovah's Witness were ringing at the door intensely. I picked it up. It was a friend of mine telling me that the kick-off was at 8 p.m. I told him that I would go to the gam. The call ended. I jumped off my bed and tried to extinguish my sleep's face. It was roughly 6 p.m and I needed to do many things. I had to buy shorts, socks and contact lenses. I had to figure out where my football boots were. After making a few calls I realized that my "timbos" (argentinian slang for football boots) were at my place in Tanti. So I went to Tanti, picked it up and returned to Carlos Paz again. It was around 7 p.m. When I finished doing all my things I had a tea, a banana and took myself to Cordoba capital. I felt as if I were a swallow ready to fly from Europe to Africa but actually I was ready to run on the field only five minutes, the other fifty minutes of the match I would need an oxygen tube. I'm out of shape. The game had started roughly at 8.10 p.m. I, the anchor (the person who cannot move) was playing as a striker prepared to hit the net but not to sweat the shirt. One of my partners crossed the ball inside the area. I lifted up my leg making a right angle with my body. the goalkeeper did not see the ball and I hit the net. I couldn't believe. I made a goal. I fulfilled my dream. I was ready to go back home. I walked the field victoriously and I didn't run anymore. The match finished and our team won.