The tumultuous crowd was cheering for me as I was going to make a save that would elevate my team to the finals.
Bup bum, bump… The palpitating heartbeat, the clamour of noises from the stadium, made my stomach lurched.
A hand was raised, the crowd hushed into a pitiable, piquant silence.
My vision zeroed in unto the penalty taker, it was between me and him, between winning and losing. I kept my composure, he lost his.
One, two, three, four, five…. He dashed into a blurring sprint, flitted across the ball, his foot work was in a morass, a total mess.
TING! The ball came of the post, I reveled upon his blunder, thrust my gloved-fist to the victorious air, relishing upon the momentous providence.
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Wondering about your last clause, “relishing on the momentous providence”, what does that mean?
Are you relishing the moment of victory? Or the help of providence?
The ball bounced off the goal post, that means the penalty kick by the opponent was an utter failure. Thus, its both.