Oct 12 2015

English Coursework 2


Do or die. 10 seconds left. NBA finals. OKC VS Pelicans at the Chesapeake Energy Arena. The set is tied at 3-3, winner takes all. The Pelicans are winning 90-88. Orange, black and blue interrogate your eyes as you look around the arena.  The OKC fans are screaming “Defence, Defence” as the tall, strong figure of Anthony Davis collects the ‘rock of dreams’ in the post. The OKC bench break out of their dull trance and burst with excitement. The crowd follow in pursuit and start banging


batons together with hope. They sense an opportunity. Suddenly out of nowhere, the Congolese giant Serge Ibaka swiftly and cleverly steals the ball of Davis and the crowd turns electric and flourish into a Mexican wave. All you could hear were hopeful cries and prayes, even the cries were crying for an unimaginable miracle. The big televisions screens loomed above the OKC’s superstar Kevin Durant, signifying the dangerous reality of losing. Pass. Then another pass. ‘FWISH!’ The prominet basketball was in Kevin Durant’s hands. The brightly lit scoreboard towered over the hoop, that looked even smaller than usual. Every single fan was on the edge of their seats, the atmosphere couldn’t be anymore tense. The usual upbeat and vibrant OKC cheerleaders have their pom-poms covering their defeated faces. Armpits were weeping heavily and eyes were bulging out of people’s eye sockets. Kevin Durant slickly dribbles past Tyreke Evans and dashes the ball to the explosive and energetic Russell Westbrook, who was standing at the three point line (also known as the ‘drain lane.’) Three seconds left.Three points needed. Russell takes a soul clenching chance and shoots. 2 seconds left. Every single eye-ball watched the ‘rock of dreams’ take flight into the air. 1 second left. The crowd holds their breath in shock and dismay, the arena was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Every single human being was on the edge of their seats, sweat streaming down their heads. 1 second left. The claxon erupts into the atmosphere as the basketball sweetly connects with the net. Like a pack of wild animals, the crowd turns riot. Fans jump, cry and hug each other. Fans were dancing crazily with the OKC team.The arena lights up with the bright, vibrant colours and a the televisions screens flash up saying ‘ OKC NBA CHAMPIONS 2015!’ Two large doors open up and streamers and balloons descend onto the scene of celebration, joy and happiness.

Kevin Durant entered the silent Chesapeake Energy Arena. One word entered his mind, gigantic. The 18,000 stadium looked at peace, no tension, no desperation. As he walked down the gleaming court, he looked to the left and saw the bright black chairs empty but still had a ticket of the game that OKC had. He inspected the chairs, looking at the magnificent design. The three giant television screens had the brilliant blue and orange logo of OKC appeared as Kevin Durant walked down the court. The air felt tense as Kevin Durant shot jump shots continously. The fact that he was alone scared him. After his 150th shot, Kevin Durant decided to take a rest for a few minutes. As he was drinking, he looked up and saw the gigantic banner which read ‘GO OKC GO.’ He smelt the intoxicating fragrance of the cleaning product used to clean the floor. He touched the soft and smooth net. The rims had a beautiful orange sparkle and the net was a crisp white, with every cross identical. Even the bench looked fantastic, a dark menacing matte black, hot enough to warm the coldest of bums. As Kevin Durant was about to continue shooting, he inspected and studied the basketball, focusing on the black lines and the fine stitching. The ball’s manufacture number was 9091