The Game

Since I was a little kid, I had always been a fan of sports. Because my family was into sports, it became my purpose of life aswell. Everyone in my family was playing or had played a sport proffesionaly. But my oldest brother was different among them. He was in the national basketball and he was one of if not the best player in the whole leauge. He was so ambitious and busy with the game that he had no time to see or even call us because he lived at the other side of the country. He was working very hard but we definetely wasn’t mad or upset. We even cheered for him and supported him because of his lifestyle.

One day he had a match, but not like any other matches. It was the world championship itself. Normally, we would rarely go to his games due to the distance, but this time we didn’t even think of staying because it was the most important 48 minutes of his life. We took our seats and the game started. It was going challenging due to other team being the greatest team in the leauge. But everyone had their hopes high because we all knew thatn our team practised really hard fort his. Unsurprisingly, we got the lead at the end of the 3rd period. We had a 20 point difference which is really hard to close if the other team knows how to defend correctly. The 4th period started , everything was going in our favour and watching my brother carry the team in such an important game was an amazing scene to observe. It was sheer, superlative thrill. Until that one moment.

Going in to the 4th minute of the last period, someone from the opposite team severly injured by borther. He kicked his leg so hard that by brothers leg got broken from his femur. And the most frustrating part was that him doing this on purpose. After that “foul”, both my brother and opposite teams player got ejacted out of the game. When I saw the sly smile on the other players face, my face turned red, full of hate and anger. After that, opposite team started to close he lead slowly. The difference got smaller, smaller and smaller. In the last 15 seconds of the game, they took the lead by 2. And our coach called a timeout. Everyone had lost their hopes and other team had already started celebrating the win. But at that last 15 seconds, something no one could’ve seen coming happened.

Coach called my brother into the game. Everyone was shocked. The last 15 seconds was on, my brother could barely walk only on his left leg. We were at the most stressfull moments. In the last 5 seconds my brother made his final run and took the ball. Then he shooted a 3 by only jumping on his left leg. The clock was over and the ball was in the air, the court gone full silence during that 1 second. And the thing which shredded the silence was the “swish”. He had hit the 3 and we won by 1 point lead. That day was the term “miracle” itself.

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