SOL #7

My chest heaves up and down casting cool air into my lungs. I look up and shout, the ball is passed to my feet. Cutting in to the box two defenders come to stop me. I turn backwards and play the ball to the right mid. He plays it back and starts a run around my back and into the box. I backheel the ball in front of him, and he sprints into the box after it. The keeper starts running out and he chips him. We laugh and jog back to our half.