Personal Narrative Of A Soccer Team

The crowd is cheering, the pressure, the weight of my team on my shoulders I take three dribbles and then I spring up and take a shot and. It was a December night on the day of the Oley Championship Basketball Game, against Oley. After the tip off, the game was in Oley’s hands. They played great defense, made a lot of their shots, but our team just played horribly and they were up by 16 points. At the end of the third the score was around 26-10 Oley, but in my head the game was not over yet because we still had 8 minutes to come back, and I always want to win. Nothing really happened in the first 4 minutes, but in the last 2 minutes I contributed with an assist and 5 points including a layup and a three.

The team got laced up their shoes and were ready to play. We sat in a circle on the green carpet in the locker room and prayed. We listened to the song “Lord, I need you”, and there was not a dry eye in the room. Everyone was praying that God would give us the strength and courage to pull off this win. Coach came in the dark, clammy locker room and the silence turned to chaos when she said, “It is game time ladies.” We all rose to our feet and did our pump up. I could not catch my breath. My eardrums were busted and my heart beating out of my chest. This game was it. The moment that I have been waiting for since I started

I watched the ball roll into the back of the net; it was 12-12 in overtime against Cardinal Gibbons. This was my last game with my brothers, best friends, and a family I will cherish for the rest of my life. I not only let my teammates down, I let my family down. We lost against Cardinal Gibbons in the 2015 3A State Championship game 13-12 in overtime. When they scored their final goal I immediately dropped to my knees and began to sob, I was not upset that I lost, I was upset that I let my family down and that was the last time I would ever step on the field with

As the hot sun beat down on all of our determined faces, we ran onto the heat-absorbing turf. Sweat was dripping down our entire bodies, and nerves sank into our bodies just to reside there for the whole day.

In July 2013, my grandma asked me did I want to play another football season. I replied, yes, so she signed me up to play football for the Carson Colts. I was on the Carson Colts, a Junior Peewee division team. It was a challenge. I wanted to stay with my teammates, but that meant losing 30 pounds.

When I was eight years old, I played my first season of soccer. The real reason I played soccer was because my dad forced me to play. I loved to play all kinds of sports such as basketball, baseball and football but I was never interested in soccer. After my first practice I already realized soccer was not for me. I told my dad that I did not want to play anymore but he would not listen and made me keep going to practice. At my 3rd practice, the whole team was running laps and I tripped over a stick and fell down. My ankle was hurting pretty bad but I knew I was going to be fine. While I was lying on the ground, I thought to myself If I tell the coach and my dad that my ankle is hurt really bad than I won’t have to play anymore. I thought it was a genius idea at the time. I told them just that and it worked! I have no idea how my dad knew this but once I got home he knew that I was milking my injury. He told me something that night that I won’t ever forget. He told me “you didn’t just give up on yourself, you gave up on your team”. He called the coach the next day and told him that

The delicious smell of the ground beef hamburgers and pork hot dogs was distracted me from the game. While I was running down the field, trying to get the ball. This girl, number seven, came up to me drippling the ball down. While I was in my defense mode, I took the ball from her and she felled slowly down the ground and started screaming because of her disappointment, but I kept going because wanted my team to score. I could smell the fear from the other players as I was going through them to score. I passed the ball one of my teammates that was ready and serious to get the ball and we did a one and two passed together we were very excited and finally ... she scored! The crowed started screaming in

My parents and I would always be at the park every weekend for my soccer games. Soccer is my passion and having the support from my parents every single time is the best feeling anyone can have. There has been times that I wanted to give up on what i love to do most which is soccer but my family has been there to motivate me .

They passed the ball with 0 seconds left. We won, my teammates jumped on me with joy. We shook there hands and said, “good game”. We only beat them by 5 points. My dad gave me a hug and said, “good game” to me. I felt like I could do anything in the world . I felt unstoppable. I ran to the bleachers screaming like a

TWEEEEEET. Boom boom, boom boom. I heard the beating of my heart as I picked myself up from the ground. Trailing 1-0 with just over a minute left to play, the referee had blown the whistle for a penalty kick, and my coach was calling my name to take it. I stepped up to the spot, it was the last play of the game. I stared into the keeper's eyes. Left or right, left or right. He blew the whistle. Strategically placing the ball into the lower right corner, I could smell the celebrations, I could hear the parents and teammates chanting my name, but instead, all my senses were snapped back to reality when the keeper hit the ball out of bounds. That was it, I had the chance to win the championship for my team, and I blew it.

The game was a close one… I could hear the cheers and groans from fans, while my hand wa gripped onto the railing hoping the worst won't come. I was waiting with warm box of nachos on my lap for something to happen. I took out a handful of warm cheesey goodness, and stuffed it in my mouth.Warm sizzling cheesey goodness touches down on the surface of my tongue. I look out onto the field my eyes fixed on the players. As the players dash down the field they gained tons of velocity as they get closer to the goal, and then it happened a twenty yard kick turns 4-4 to 4-5.

The whistle was blown and that was the start of us to finally win our first game of the season. It was Southwestern and Hillsboro in a blood match to win the ball over and make it up the field to score a goal. I was ready to win and I was more ready to get the ball and score another point. I stood in my position on the field and waited for the ball to come my direction and here came the ball that was dripping in mud, and it was so slippery to the touch. I took off towards the ball and sprinted down the field to the opposing team’s goalie. I was coming so close but all at the same time, the goalie box seemed so far away. I could feel the excitement taking over me because it was just me and the goalie and I knew I was about to score another point. Then the incident that changed the rest of my soccer season

Earlier my eighth grade year my football team was undefeated we won our division championship and was one of the best teams in the catholic youth organization (CYO). It was my first playoff game it was against U of D Jesuit. I remember that morning at the field, it was misty, mysterious it like an unknown land to me. I warmed up with my team we were ready for our game. The game starts off intense both U of D and our drives went flat due to good defense. I was runningback and was supposed to do well, but I kept getting bogged down by their secondary. The game went back and forth they scored the first touchdown of the game, but missed the extra point. The first half was over and my team was trailing 8-0. My teammates and I were in disbelief we never trailed all season and it seem like nothing we did on offense worked. The second half started up my team was determined to get something working. We got the ball and started to drive up the field but bogged down it was fourth and three yards to go. Coach decided to go for it He pt me in at running

I looked up at the scoreboard and the time read 8 minutes left. As I looked at the scoreboard I felt a jolt of energy enter my body. I had felt as if a fire was lit under me. My eyes opened as if I had just seen a ghost. I remember thinking to myself, “how can we lose this game?” I made a promise to myself that I would win 4 state titles while being at Battlefield High School. This was my sophomore year of high school and I had already won one state title, how could I give up now and let my dreams be crushed, I worked too hard for that to happen. In that moment I knew there was only one result I was going to walk off the field with, and that was with a win and another State Championship. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, “My team needs energy. They need a leader.”

I knew that we could pull off the win if we continued to work hard together. I now knew that I could depend on my teammates to guide me and help me to be the best player that I could be. I still had to be shown where to go, but I knew that with practice, I could really learn to love rugby. As the ref blew the whistle to start, I felt like I was on top of the world and now felt much more confident in my rugby abilities. As the backline swiftly made their way up the field, we seemed to mesh a lot better and the ball moved with ease from one person to the next. Once it got to me, I knew that there would be someone nearby to help me out and if I went down, we wouldn’t lose possession. Even though there were only six of my teammates on the field, we dominated. Most of the time, we had possession and controlled the ball relatively well. Even if we messed up, we were able to recover smoothly. As the final whistle blew, we were up an incredible 38-7. Even though, I was nearly wheezing and my body ached, I still felt proud and happy. We had won! After we shook the other team’s hands, we came back to the sidelines and had a group hug. Everyone was telling me how well I did for my first game and that they were proud of me. This helped me to realize that I belong to this team, and everyone in it is important not just to the game, but to me as well.