Here it is… as I turn on my TV tonight I step back three steps. The football is loosely but accurately angled in Lucy's small hands. I begin striding urgently towards the ball, my mind now processing nothing but the smooth mechanics of the kick.
My second step and I pick up speed and force. The ball remains in place, laces properly invisible to me.
I perform the third step, turning slightly to prepare to bring the wide part of my inner foot powerfully against the ball.
Am I really going to kick the football this time? Will I have the glorious sight of it spinning off into the distance, its power and arc perfect?
Lucy would certainly not pull the ball away again, would she? Not after so many crushing disappointments- and not with so much on the line?
Would she?
See you tonight anons.