It makes me think of when I did some sports, and a couple of near-misses that I always tsk about today.
Once, I was reloading my second body during a lull in a soccer game, and had my long-lens body on a monopod in my lap as I sat on the sidelines. Things suddenly got a little wild, and someone took a long, hard shot at the goal, forcing the goalie, who was a little out of position, too, to do midair contortions to try and make the save: I whipped the loaded camera up one-handed and fired at arm's length. When the negs came out, I found I'd hit. I'd gotten the goalie on his back high in midair, (An impressive salmon-leap indeed) But the ball wasn't in frame. I'm always like, 'Oh, if only I'd been zoomed out just a little.'