The Shot Of Irony
I could feel the excitement in the air. The girls were out to see their heroes. The cheers were getting louder by the minute. The tension was too much for me to handle. The referee was pacing up and down waiting for the other team to be ready for this crunch tie. An old rivalry was about to be rekindled and the spectators seemed impatient. It was the prestigious Inter-House Junior soccer competition and I was out on the field to represent my house, Honesty house. Clad in blue, we could easily have been described as the most inconsistent team in the tournament consisting of three other teams; Unity House, Punctuality House and Perseverance House. The fixture though was a bit favourable for us because even though Unity house was a difficult team to beat, they were the easiest opponents to face in this straight knockout tournament. I had quite a reputation for playing the kind of mature football that my stature seemed not to suggest. In the previous year’s competition