Jason was the most aggressive player on his team. It was the finals that night and they were playing against another school from out of town.
As Jason hurried out of the locker room to join his teammates, he heard loud voices from the end of the corridor.
“Remember what I told you son, if you dare lose this match, I won’t be happy!”
He recognized Patrick, the goalie from the opposing team. He had a scared expression on his face as his father towered intimidatingly over him.
It was a subdued Jason who played that night. The scores were level and he had the ball. Approaching the goal, he saw Patrick’s anxious face.
Jason kicked hard, the ball flew to the net and Patrick jumped, arms outstretched. The whistle blew. It was all over.
Patrick’s teammates rushed and hoisted a dazed Patrick on their shoulders, who still couldn’t believe his luck.
As Jason’s coach berated him, all Jason could see was the relief on Patrick’s face and knew he’d made the correct decision.