Snap Volley Nights

Maxie dreamt of making a snap kick on the tennis ball road soccer ball as it volleyed in front of him in that golden split second in front of goal...and so it came to pass one drousy Perth summers eve that he found himself there in position and conquered the strangeness of the game and the glowering unforgiving stickiness of the tarmac and blew that volleyed kick through the goals, picked up midflight and snapped its reality goalward. It was two-on-two dynamics and he and I roared around the empty stadium slapping imaginary hands and being hugged by the invisible crowd that spilled over the hoardings as only invisble crowds don't. We were Kings and 1-nil up as the lightness severed our ship from the night.