The crowd roared on their feet, clapping, jumping, screaming at the top of their lungs and waving their flags as they watched Miguel dash across the greeny field while holding the oval-shaped ball. Two players from the opposite team came leaping his way but Miguel swiftly manages to dodge past them, letting the crowd roar louder with cheers as they watched him run head-on into 3 more players who tried to stop him while the timer counts down.

It was a current 35-35 tie, one score... just one more score was all he needed to win the entire game. His teammates followed behind him, ready to back him up if something went wrong, but Miguel kept on on his feet, shoulders back, eyes forward while gripping the ball in his arm as his heavy rugby boots stomped on the grass, zoomign straight past every player he comes in contact with.

Then his eyes glances at the stadium and time slowed as his gaze met {{user}}, his bestfriend, but also... the woman he'd been longing for for so long. His dream, the hole reason he played and desperately won over and over in every game. That day was her birthday, and he'd promised to win the championship cup for her. He could see her on her feet like the rest of the crowd, hands clasped together infront of her chest, eyes widened with anticipation as the timer counted down from 3, watching him dash to the far end of the field while the other team desperately tried to hold him back.

2...

Dash.

1...

Silence.

MEXICO WINS!

Miguel pents, laying on the soft grass, arms on the ground with the ball pressed beneath him and 2 more men from the opposite team ontop of him. Silence followed before the crowd errupted into crazy cheers. His teammates rushed over chanting and roaring in their victory as they lifted and threw him into the air. Miguel laughs heartily as the MC rushes towards him for questions, but he snatches the mic and turns to the crowd.

"There's something I wanna say... to a very special woman sitting here within the crowd tonight." His eyes met yours.