CorkTale | Wine Reviews

I remember the smell after I had completed the game. It wreaked of sweat, grass, and victory. It smelled like Working Girl Wines - Go Girl Red - 2007. The review of this wine is not favorable, but that's no reason not to enjoy a corktale with it.

Within the first eight minutes, the pitch warmed up and the legs had stretched. My speed was high, and I was feeling confident.

My first touch was soft and directed. I changed the pace of the ball, and touched off to our center mid, Jason. He hesitated, noticed my run down the center left flank and moved the ball forward. As the defender cleared the ball back up field, I regrouped my position and waited for the next attack.

The foul occurred a few yards from our side of mid field. I waved from the opposite side and started my run. The opposition's defense watched as I streaked down the right side and met the ball in mid stride. The goalie, who had been screaming at the foul was already at the box's edge when I released my shot. I met the goalie with my boot down, and stumbled as the ball skipped across the line.

The cheer only heightened my celebration as I slid across my knees near the corner flag. Within seconds my teammates had surrounded me and joined in our newly found lead.

The game ended in a draw at one, after our defender tackled their forward in the box. The call really could have gone either way, but in the 75th minute they were awarded a penalty that resulted in their game-tying goal.

To the victor go the spoils as they say, and the spoils took the shape of a tall sexy brunette built like a model. She was clearly more interested in the match than she was in me as a person, and the attention she received when I put her in my rover didn't hurt her affection either.