It was that day. The day when my football career could become something else. It was the day of the cup final, the biggest cup in the league, as all teams from all divisions 1-5 entered. We were up against the team that had beaten us twice in the league: the first time was at their ground and the score was 2-0, and the second time was at our ground where they beat us 3-0. We felt as though we were the team that wanted to win more for revenge. We got there and went straight into the changing rooms and got our kits on and sat down for a quick team talk before heading out to the pitch to start training. We trained for about 20 mins then came back in for the chat before the game and sat, waiting for the buzzer to head for the tunnel. The buzzer went off and we walked towards the tunnel. We walked out and got into line.
We got into positions and waited for the whistle to blow. Once it blew then we started with a Chalfont Wasp KO which was us. After about 20 mins into the game, an attack broke from Dynamos and with our luck they scored off it 0-1. But we still carried on after playing still, and another attack broke from Downley and they made it 0-2. I’d had enough so I told the boys to get their heads up and we got a corner and I leaped and won the header 1-2. Half time. The boys came out and a silly deflection made it 1-3. In the last 5 mins we scored making it 2-3. What a game! We collected our medals and made our way home. It was horrible, especially as we felt we should have won.