Text. The goal.

Minute 89. The match is almost over. We tie 1 - 1. We must win if we want to pass to the next round. The rival team is locked behind, because the result suits them. The referee is looking at his watch. We have only one minute. Maybe two. Our coach is screaming on the side line: "Go forward! Forward with everything!". Our supporters are singing and pushing us up. From our bench the players which did not play cheer us: "Come on! Go, go, go!" We must get one more goal.

Suddenly Mac, one of my defenders, passes me the ball. I look forward and I see a way through the pitch directly towards the goal. I run and dribble. One defender, another, another. They tackle me, but I recover the ball. They kick my shins, but y resit. Finally I arrive to the area. One more defender. I dribble him too. The goalkeeper is wating for me. The stadium roars. I am scared. I close my eyes and I kick the ball with all my strength...

When I open my eyes again I see the goal keeper on the ground; the ball inside the net; and all my partners running towards me, screaming happily. I got the goal! The referee blows his wistle and the match is over. We pass to the next round!

Questions:

1.- Where does the story happens?

2.- In which minute are we?

3.- Why do we must win?

4.- What did I do before shooting?

5.- Did I get the goal?