“Ok, you can do this” I muttered to myself. I sped down the endless field, dodging among the many players. Suddenly a foot slammed into my leg as I pulled back to shoot. I fell to the ground, writhing in agony. The referees whistle blew and our team was awarded a penalty. If I lost, I would have to face the team’s enormous disappointment and their angry faces. I pulled back my leg-and shot. The ball soared through the air and hit the window of my head teacher’s office. I shrank into the corner and squeaked “it wasn’t my fault”…