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Football Descriptive Speech

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I sit there quietly, watching as every ball goes swiftly through the mesh. The sound of shoes squeaking against the newly polished floor, and every bounce echoing throughout the gymnasium has now started to become a headache. The blow of a whistle brings everyone to a sudden halt, and each player turns towards the new coach awaiting his next instruction. I was becoming quite uncomfortable now, as almost half an hour had gone by and sweat was beginning to form by my hairline. It was a daily routine for me; coming to these practices and watching the coach give his advice as if I would ever be able to play the sport I once loved again. It has been almost a year now since it happened. Being there at the wrong time and at the wrong place was all it took. It wasn’t some drunk driver, nor was it reckless driving. The memories were now flooding back, and tears were threatening to fall down my face. I quickly pushed the wheels on my two sides and rolled out of the gym wiping away the tears. One accident was all it took for me to lose both my legs and the one person who I loved most, my father. *** I see my father in the bleachers cheering with pride as the crowd roars with excitement. Cold stone sweat rolls down my face from the scorching dry air. Each player was defending their own man, with pressure on both teams. The screeching sound of the whistle breaks the tension between the enemy team. The game commences. These last 24 seconds determines the fate of the final round –

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