The crowd erupted in cheers, and my teammates rushed to celebrate with me. It was a triumphant moment, not just because I had scored, but because our teamwork had paid off.
"Alan, you, you!"
"Haha… We really won! We beat those seniors."
"Do you think I will get selected since we have won."
My teammates all seemed to be in a good mood. The victory was worthy of celebration as our opponent was really strong.
Despite our lead, until the final whistle, we were playing very hard and giving our all to prevent any comeback from our opponent.
"EHHH! Did they lose? How can they lose to the other team with the captain Donovan Blake in their team?"
"Who was the guy that scored a hat-trick? Without him, the other team might not have won."
"He is Alan Sterling. He is our school team's striker."
"The striker of the school team? No wonder he is good. With him, our school might get a good ranking in the regional competition." …
