Soccer games continued during recess and I still managed to score many goals albeit some in an unusual fashion. During one of such games, as I played for Zavarian’s team, we had a goal kick. Our keeper launched the ball forward and as it dipped down in the opposing box, Zavarian, who in addition to being an excellent soccer player was also one of the tallest kids in our class, went up for a header with his back to the goal. Seeing how he had it covered I scrambled to the side to get out of his way and prevent him accidentally bumping into and tripping over me. He made contact with the ball, heading and flicking it to one side – the same side I was running to. The ball hit me in the back of the head and ricocheted into the net. The whole incident happened so quickly that I did not even realize that I was the one who touched the ball last. Much to my dismay though they credited Zavarian with the goal in spite of my protests that the ball would have gone wide if not for my presence.