JOHN
The whole stadium lighted up and was filled up with spectators shouting and making japes at the opposite team. The whole atmosphere was tensed and every heartbeat was coalescence to one particular place, The Maracana. The stadium spectators’ stands took the colour of green and yellow, the national colours of Nigeria and Brazil. The noises keep on reverberating across the arena as the footballers throb out from the dressing room into the open field of Maracana, all dressed in their national “Good evening football fans! And welcome to the live coverage of the FIFA World cup final between Brazil and Nigeria!” The commentator exclaimed. “This is Nigeria’s first time in the final match. They journey from the group stage and thrash Belgium 4 nil at the semi-final to get into the final.” The commentator continues. Eighty-five minutes later. “Ouch! John Akinwale has been brought down in the Brazil’s eighteen yard!” The commentator said. Truth to his words, John, a Nigerian striker was wriggling on the artificial field of Maracana after being hard-tackle by Zico, one of Brazil defenders. “This would be a huge problem for Brazil as John steps forward to plays the penalty kick” The second commentator said. “He never loses a penalty” The first commentator said.
John stood briskly like a rapacious killer, facing the Brazilian goalkeeper. The keeper kept wobbling from side to side waiting for the kick that could declare the end of the game. One of them can only be the hero of the game. Both of them stare into each other’s eyes, there was no more friendship or smiling. The whistle was blown by the referee sending all the population’s heart in aspiration for the result; for the Nigerians, a goal and for the Brazilians, a nice safe from their best goalkeeper. John fired with his left foot, his leg crashed against the ball with full force sending the ball with a high momentum. The ball went swirling wildly towards the goal post. The keeper flew into the open air like the ball was a bag and that he wants to delve things out. The ball was faster than the keeper, it rolled pass the keeper’s stretched hands and hit the goal-net. The stadium busted with mixed cries, the joyful Nigerians and the wailing Brazilians. John dashed for the corner kick flag and then leaped into the air to throw a punch into the Brazilians’ winter
COMING SOON
The whole stadium lighted up and was filled up with spectators shouting and making japes at the opposite team. The whole atmosphere was tensed and every heartbeat was coalescence to one particular place, The Maracana. The stadium spectators’ stands took the colour of green and yellow, the national colours of Nigeria and Brazil. The noises keep on reverberating across the arena as the footballers throb out from the dressing room into the open field of Maracana, all dressed in their national “Good evening football fans! And welcome to the live coverage of the FIFA World cup final between Brazil and Nigeria!” The commentator exclaimed. “This is Nigeria’s first time in the final match. They journey from the group stage and thrash Belgium 4 nil at the semi-final to get into the final.” The commentator continues. Eighty-five minutes later. “Ouch! John Akinwale has been brought down in the Brazil’s eighteen yard!” The commentator said. Truth to his words, John, a Nigerian striker was wriggling on the artificial field of Maracana after being hard-tackle by Zico, one of Brazil defenders. “This would be a huge problem for Brazil as John steps forward to plays the penalty kick” The second commentator said. “He never loses a penalty” The first commentator said.
John stood briskly like a rapacious killer, facing the Brazilian goalkeeper. The keeper kept wobbling from side to side waiting for the kick that could declare the end of the game. One of them can only be the hero of the game. Both of them stare into each other’s eyes, there was no more friendship or smiling. The whistle was blown by the referee sending all the population’s heart in aspiration for the result; for the Nigerians, a goal and for the Brazilians, a nice safe from their best goalkeeper. John fired with his left foot, his leg crashed against the ball with full force sending the ball with a high momentum. The ball went swirling wildly towards the goal post. The keeper flew into the open air like the ball was a bag and that he wants to delve things out. The ball was faster than the keeper, it rolled pass the keeper’s stretched hands and hit the goal-net. The stadium busted with mixed cries, the joyful Nigerians and the wailing Brazilians. John dashed for the corner kick flag and then leaped into the air to throw a punch into the Brazilians’ winter
COMING SOON
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