Glorious Goal
At school I was pretty good at footy and got picked for the u15's school side when I was just 13.

One game was against our fiercest rivals - College Heath, and it was 3-3 with little over 5 minutes left to play.

I was a right winger, so picked the ball up close to half way line and ran at the defense, skipping past players like an even shorter Messi. I got through one on one with the keeper and he came tearing out of the goal towards me.

I coolly slotted the ball underneath him to put us 4-3 in the lead. He landed on my knee until it actually went about 45 degrees in the wrong direction.

Did I hobble up and celebrate the goal like the school hero I was? Did I run it off like a true warrior and race back to the centre circle so I could try and score again? Did I race to the crowd to be met by screaming girls all wanting a piece of this newfound school legend?

No.

My Mum came running onto the pitch to abuse the (admittedly smug) opposition keeper, and I cried like a little bitch and had to be carried off.
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Mon 23 Apr 2012, 10:58, 4 replies)

but you won, right?
( Ya What Skiddlyboop, Mon 23 Apr 2012, 13:37, closed)

Yeah but
No-one ever remembered I scored the winning goal. Just that I'm a girly-crying Mummy's boy.

WAS, I mean.
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Mon 23 Apr 2012, 13:42, closed)

i think you should do a painting of it
and take it back to the school to put up in their main hall.

better still, do the painting, break in to the school and hang it yourself.

they'll remember you then.
( Ya What Skiddlyboop, Mon 23 Apr 2012, 13:45, closed)

Surely they'd remember
The guy running reading the Daily Mail in full Hitler fancy dress. You obviously weren't a good enough right winger to be remembered.
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Mon 23 Apr 2012, 17:20, closed)