You throw the ball as hard as you can. It rises over the players, over the stand, over the neighbouring flats and over the county boundary. Unfortunately, the ball-boy was struck down with food-poisoning, so you are unable to continue the match; no one else thought to bring a spare ball. The fans leave, dejected, and the rest of the players trudge down the tunnel.
Do you?
Trudge down with the best of them.