It was finally fall today: temperatures never rose into the sixties, which meant that today was literally thirty degrees — thirty degrees — cooler than yesterday. This made the soccer game much more manageable, for players and spectators alike.
He had a couple of breaks, and one looked like it would have been a sure goal: the only defender was in front of him, running, not watching E at all.
“And then my foot touched the top of the ball instead of dribbling,” he explained later, “and I just fell.”
Later, he made it through three defenders and slipped the ball just past the goalie. He fell on the easy shot, made a goal on the tough one. Sounds like something I would do.
