Don had moved into a retirement home, located in the village where he'd lived all his life. With time to fill, his mind turned to reminiscing about boyhood matches he'd played on the now overgrown football fields he could see through his window.
Closing his eyes, he'd conjure up the smell of winter air and the sensation of mud splattering his wiry legs. In a flash, he'd broken through the defence, locked eyes with the goalkeeper and slid the ball into the net.
From the fields, dog walkers would sometimes see Don, seated in his armchair, arms aloft in celebration.
Closing his eyes, he'd conjure up the smell of winter air and the sensation of mud splattering his wiry legs. In a flash, he'd broken through the defence, locked eyes with the goalkeeper and slid the ball into the net.
From the fields, dog walkers would sometimes see Don, seated in his armchair, arms aloft in celebration.
