We had just won a big victory in the semi-final to qualify for the final. Our team was excited and this time we aimed for victory. It's sad how badly we lost last year by just one point. The finals are always close and intense; Unfortunately, we have been losing for three years. We will not let this happen again. Positioned and standing there in the left lane, ready for the kickoff to start the game, I thought about all the defeats we had suffered in previous years. We were playing at home this year, the crowd on our side, the game about to start rushing towards us and it was great. The referee approached the half-court line where the crosses were placed and was ready to jump. He threw the ball in the air, the crosses jumped and the opposing team won the match. It all started with a four-point play. They swung the ball to their shooting guard, then he called three-pull contact and headed to the line for one. Keep in mind that this was not a good way to start as he knocked down the three and one. I kept in mind that we had to finish strong and win the final; we are not going to lose this match. Coming back the other way to score, we rotated as a play was called by the point guard. He raised his hand with four fingers raised, obviously indicating play four. This was the play I was supposed to finish strong in the post. So the team rotated slowly setting a few screens allowing me to move quickly to the right lane near the baseline. When I got the ball, the first faceoff I took was a juke step followed by an ankle breaker, which threw the defender. This was a moment where I could easily make contact as the help defense came towards me. When they did, I turned the middle of the paper before it could reach me. The match continued and we led by six with two and a half minutes remaining. We lost a lot of time and the other team couldn't score quickly and reduce our lead. Everything was going well and the match was decided as the clock was up and it was the end of regulation. Our audience spilled onto the floor and started celebrating. We had one the tournament and the championship. A feeling of pride filled me as our team jumped on each other in celebration. I was at the bottom of the pile and started laughing. The party was huge with photos taken with lots of smiles everywhere, it was a good feeling. We had won and that's what matters most. We shook hands with the other team as we left the field in misery. I had also noticed our coach running around the field hugging everyone in sight. We had just won!