Max Goalman

“That should have made me happy, I guess, but things had been easier when they underestimated me. I shoved those thoughts out of my head. Paul said that soccer is never supposed to be easy because nothing worth doing ever is. If they weren’t going to make it easy on me, I should take it as a compliment and try a little bit harder. Then I figured something out. I could use their fear of me to our team’s advantage. While the two best offensive players on their side were worried about me, they couldn't try and get into a scoring position themselves. I broke hard for the right corner, and they followed me. I hoped they couldn’t see me grin because they totally fell for my trap. Vince threw the ball in near Percival, who only dribbled a few feet before passing it toward the enemy goal. Seamus and the striker realized they’d been had. They both zipped after the ball, leaving me in the dust. I let them get ahead, and then pushed myself as hard as I could. The looks on their faces when I ran past them were so hilarious. They both tried to pick up the speed, too. But they had been hauling a lot of extra weight up and down the field all day. My smaller body worked to my advantage. That didn’t mean I wasn’t tired as all get out. I concentrated on breathing evenly, instead of gasping like a landed fish. I felt the grass under my cleats, the wind going through my sweat-soaked hair, and fell into a kind of trance.”
― Max Goalman, The Next Messi: Soccer Books for Kids 8-12

“and my distraction made me fall behind.”
― Max Goalman, The Next Messi: Soccer Books for Kids 8-12