He ran up the field, the ball in his control. He passed through the defense, the only thing left between him and the goal was the goalie. Seeing an opening as he got closer, he took a chance and kicked the ball. In just a couple more seconds, the ball hit the top left corner and slid into the goal with ease. The goalie didn't stand a chance. "Yes!" he exclaimed to himself before running back. The clock read only four seconds left. He made the winning shot just in time. Grinning from ear to ear, he jogged off the field. It was the first time their school beat this team in almost six years. It was a great victory, to be sure. "Great game, guys," the coach said, "so hit the showers. There won't be a post game practice tonight." "Sweet!" "Awesome!" "Thanks, Coach!" the others said as the news sank in and the excitement doubled. "Let's go out and celebrate," someone said, bumping Tyler "Ty" Jackson. "Whaddya say, Ty? You game?" "You bet. Let's go out for pizza. I'm starving!" he said, bumping the player back as they started for the locker room to shower and change into their street clothes.