Stepping onto that field,
Screams coming from the stands fade away,
All I can hear is my pounding heart.
Ten of my teammates line up in front of me,
My eyes focused on the block,
My mind focused on making the kick.
I have to make it.
For all the people looking at me,
I can not let them down.
The ball is snapped,
“Billy Knobloch’s kick is good.”