We get possession of the ball right away, and then we keep it. Three minutes of fast paced passing up, and sometimes slightly down, the field, left my new second-string striker Mitch with a clear shot on the goal. To his credit he doesn’t baulk or worry, but simply lines up and put the ball neatly into the far left corner as the Blue Devil’s captain roars in annoyance. The shout from the stands is immense, the roar of the crowd replacing my heartbeat, and I am the first with my fists in the air,