And so the events that transpired on a warm July day back in 1974 would rock not just the very foundations of the club but the entire football world. The great Bill Shankly, a name interwoven into the very fabric of our club, had tendered his shock resignation, citing the reason that, at the age of 60, he wanted to spend more time with his wife Ness and their family. The fact he left the club on a high and in such capable hands speaks volumes for the man. But how do you follow Bill Shankly? The answer would be found within the mythical walls of his famous Bootroom, with the modest figure of Bob Paisley providing an almost seamless transition from coach to
Here's the story of my first Christmas in Florida,so grab your hot chocolate lay back and enjoy the story. Are we there yet!!!!!! I thought as I entered the airport in a hurry.“We're going to be miss our airplane”, my brother Jamie yelled at me from far away . I run as fast as I can lugging two luggages.The thought of missing the plane shocked me and as I ran looking like a toddler with a poopy diaper. As sweat starts to trickle down my forehead,I stop dropping the luggages out of breath I regain a quarter of my strength back
As I grew older, I would go to my basement or my backyard to kick a ball around. My dad had the greatest influence on me and, inspired my competitive nature and my love for the game. Whenever I was upset at home or overwhelmed from school, I would take my ball and find a quiet place to practice. As I kicked the ball around and shot at a small goal post my grandpa bought for me, I felt relieved and all of my worries melt away. When I started playing soccer, it was a sport me and my family was passionate about but soon; it was an escape for me when I was down.
This work of literature depicts a boring town and boy that becomes alive when a steamboat pushes its way through the town. The last sentence of the short story describes exactly what the American dream held for thousands of people within America at this time. “ I had to make the best of this sort of treatment for the time being, but I had comforting daydreams of a future when I should be a great and honored pilot, with plenty of money, and could kill some of these mates and clerks and pay for them.” ( Twain 524). It just goes to show that people searching for this glorified form of living in the states, did not just expect their luck to hand them this ideal life. In fact, I believe, that if life had handed them what they so desperately were trying to achieve the “American dream” would not have become immortalized for future generations.
It’s One or The Other When I was 4, I started to play soccer. I was very young to start, but that didn’t faze me. I’d go around kicking and screaming with joy. After a while of playing that sport, I became interested in playing softball because I would watch my big brother play; I have always looked up to him. As I became more interested in both of the sports, I would always want to play, didn’t matter what time of day, the weather conditions, whether or not I had anybody to play with.
The Lost Salt Gift of Blood I woke up to the abrupt motion of the plane touching down almost as if you fell off a ten foot building. The plane began to descend at speed whilst the people around me were frozen with fear. Images of John walking towards me with his fishing rod relapse in my mind. Some part of me wishes I’d bought him back with me to America. I grabbed my luggage from the compartment and headed straight towards the exit not wanting to spend another second in this god forsaken plane.
Shaking, I cautiously walked into the plane. I got to sit right next to my brother. It seemed that he wanted to annoy me out of my mind. He pulled my hair, so I pushed him away. He said he needed “REVENGE!!!
Not only do I dislike the beach, but being forced to go for an entire week was overwhelming. However, it is not all awful, every year we go to the beach with our cousins; it is a tradition. Dad cheered through the house,“C’mon everybody, time to leave, woohoo!” He, on the other hand, was way overjoyed, that I couldn’t help but feel exuberant. Every year we go to the beach with them, it’s a tradition. Hours later, our car accelerated over the bridge, symbolizing our arrival.
One hot Saturday afternon, the sun were blazing in the bright blue sky like a big fireball. The birds were chirping merrily and there was a gentle breeze, which sent the trees swaying. Ashton was a young boy who enjoyed playing soccer. He was wearing his favourite soccer jersey. After lunch, Ashton and his friends felt bored so they decided to play soccer.
I was an enthusiastic Cub-Scout who loved working with animals and towards advancement to Boy Scouts, a soccer star while playing for AYSO, near skilled in ceramics class, and an absolute fanatic of the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta. However, everything fell apart when I was informed that I had to move to Virginia, a strange place I have never heard of. I