What happens?

It misses

The ball flies inches over the crossbar and the groans throughout the stadium are oppressive. The poor striker doubles over with disappointment and turns to look at the coaching team with a pained demeanour. Straightening up, she jogs back towards her own half, receiving words or gestures of support from equally crestfallen teammates that she passes. Julia releases your hand, somewhat embarrassedly, murmuring what you assume is an apology, although you can't make out the words over the clamour of the spectators. Then she continues, louder.

"They'll take the skin off her thighs for that shot at half time, I can tell you." She shakes her head in dissatisfaction. You had thought she did well just to get to the ball instead of any of the defenders, but apparently not well enough for the fans.

Julia and the colleague on her other side start to discuss statistics from the last season and you half listen while watching the pretty girls running around on the pitch. The college girls are far more attractive than their counterparts, although there are a couple you wouldn't mind taking over your knee from the other team. There's another flurry of excitement a few minutes later, but it's quickly shut down and everything returns to business as usual.