The day was scorching, and I was trying to take in some breaths. Suddenly, the scrum half tossed me the ball. I was the decision maker, and the pressure was on me. I decided to run the ball. I dashed along the sideline, free as a bird, but an unplanned surprise awaited me. I scouted him from the corner of my eye. A tall young man, who obtained an intimidating face. Although he may have only been 15, he had the physique of an adult male. I was a bug compared to him, but I was not frightened. The human beast began charging towards me and only one thought roamed my head "get past him and score". My instinct reaction was to sidestep towards the center of the field. It had worked, I had broken free of his grip. I was so satisfied with my triumph