A rush of cool air hit his face as he soared upwards, exhilaration coursed through his veins as he urged the broom faster. The crowd was a distant roar, the cheering of his wife lost within it. They were all counting on him, depending on him to win the game. He scanned the pitch, nothing. His eyes were darting everywhere now, and then at last he saw a flicker of gold. His face broke into a broad smile as he dived. Down and down he went until at last his fingers closed around the fluttering wings of the Golden Snitch.