I never thought that playing in Stadium Merdeka would have felt so special. However as our coach reminded us of the history that stood beneath our feet, a feeling of awe and privilege flooded my body. Lining up against a good footballing side, I was confident I would have a positive impact on the game. However, after an early burst into the opponents half that should have been buried by my teammate, I played more wayward balls, than accurate ones. Despite it being a friendly game of three half's, the game was played at an intense pace and aggression. The end of the first first half approached and was I glad. Nicely poised at nil-nil, my coached subbed me off. It was the right call as I was not providing an outlet for the team. The second half commenced and I realised that I had to take off by Grab for an outdoor work shoot. I told my coach, and to my surprise he told me to go on for a few minutes before I left. It was great time to come on as we just took the lead through a neat finish by our young striker. I remember my teammates not being to happy to see me come on after my first half performance but I shrugged it off and tried to have an impact on the game. Playing on the left, the ball was on the right side of midfield when I came infield in the hope of getting on the end of a cutback only to have the defender intercept the ball. However, he loss the ball and some how trickled its way to my path. I took one touch to get it out of my feet and took a snap shot from the edge of the box. I was on the ground and saw the ball nestle in the far corner. GOAL! I went on to celebrate with my teammates and thanked my coach on the sidelines for his continued belief in my ability. Boosted by the goal, I went on the end the half on a high with some brilliant inter-play and runs down the left flank. We went on to win the 3-2 and I would go on to cherish that moment for the rest of my life.
