Cold winds blustered through the decaying bars, separating players and fans alike from the verdant green stripes that had been manicured to absolute perfection. Shockingly, the sweet smell of grass was tantalisingly close. Suffocating me, consuming me, the dense crowd had me in its pervasive hold. My father tried to shield me from the adrenaline filled crowd, overcrowding the narrow gate, impatiently waiting to enter. Suddenly, the gates snapped open with the buzz of an alarm, the crowd rushed through, I felt as if I am being projected forward just from the sheer intensity. I lost sight of my father and bereaved the feel of his rough, and tenacious grip on my hand. While following this wave of people, there’s a sudden anxious pull on my …show more content…
The congregation’s heads twisted into contorted positions as they tried to catch a glimpse of the striker bending the ball into the net. Faces surrounding us unleashed battle cries of victory. The players on the field paraded around the pitch, only increasing the euphoria. Terrifyingly, the man next to me was beating his fists on the chair behind me, his face turning blue from his continuous support, his cheeks only getting a slight tinge of red from the nipping wind that continued to gust through the bleachers, in the open-air theatre of dreams. Throughout the game, the eyes of everyone were glued to the pitch, waiting, watching for something to happen, to warrant a release of emotion. There were moments when the angry opposition continued to holler vulgar insults, but my father kept calm, and tried to act as a barrier between those men and I.
There were a few more precious occasions that called for celebration and, after what seemed like a long and dreadful few minutes, the game was almost over. Extra time was added, those few minutes seeming like an eternity. My heart pounded in my chest as adrenaline surged through my veins as the timer was just about to hit zero. The referee blows the whistle. The game was over. Once again, the Red Devils had taken the win. People all over the stadium start screaming in victory as they had taken the
“It is only a game” is a common saying I have heard several times in my life. However, it does not explain the crazy actions and immense passion I experience on the PIT floor for basketball games. These feelings reached a pinnacle point during my freshman year basketball game against our arch-rivals, the Bettendorf Bulldogs. “If we can keep Bear from posting up and scoring, we should be win the game,” my friend Bryce analyzed. I responded, “We will need to shoot the three ball to have a chance, Bettendorf is a really good team”.
Red and Gold Throughout the week the anticipation builds, you can feel it in the air you breathe. Everyone is talking about the game that is coming up that weekend and predicting how the team will perform. That is what got me so excited for my first Iowa State football game. The day of the game was perfect for football the weather was fantastic the sun was peeking through the clouds, and the air had a little nip to it.
When the final whistle was blown, I didn’t even know that the match was over and that I won. I figured out that I won when the referee raised my hand. I was so tired at the end of my match, but I was so happy that I
At the beginning of the development in drama and theatre in the Elizabethan era the first temporary stages were set at the end of the inn-yards. Those inn-yard theatres evolved into first outdoor theatres and what both of these have in common is that the plays performed on stages attracted many people from all social classes. Shakespeare as a playwright uses many different types of humor in his comedies in order to amuse all of the audience. Many examples of humoristic situations can be seen in ‘’A Midsummer Night’s Dream’’. One of the most popular ways to create comedy is by irony.
The whole team went crazy. We couldn’t believe that we scored that fast and then 20 minutes after that we scored again. We couldn’t believe it again we scored; we thought that it would’ve been a closer game than it was. The ref blew his whistle to signal halftime. We went to the corner flag that was next to the goal.
"It's a beautiful day for baseball!" I shouted in the parking lot of the 5/3 Ballpark. My family and I were walking down the gigantic parking lot, with red square tiles, to get to the ballgame. We had a little under an hour and were truly in no rush. We could see the gates that led to the ballpark and I was extremely excited for the upcoming baseball game.
Conversely, he was not distraught as we were; he used the red card as motivation to win the game. He expressed adamantly, “Listen, we’re down a man, but let’s not hang our heads. Let’s beat this team with ten and give all of our effort. If the result isn’t what we wanted, and we worked as hard as we could, then there is nothing to be ashamed about.” His sense of pride and desire and struck all ten players like a lightning bolt.
My little man has the ball, he has the ball, he HAS THE BALL, an overwhelming feeling took over me and I could not contain the happiness, “GO,GO,GO,GOOOOOOOOOOOO, go, baby, GO!!!!!” The fear and nervousness that I had felt the last couple of hours had turned into pure adrenalin, so much excitement rushed through my body. “That’s my baby, let 's go, Rhodes,” I shouted as the announcer was announcing the plays. Over the loud speaker the announcer, announces “Nice touchdown, #08 Eddie Rhodes, brings the first touchdown of the season, way to go Oilers.” Once Eddie was on the sidelines he shouted to me “See mom, I told you we were going to win, I love you, mom, I am OK.”
It was a cold brittle day on January 10,2014 at 2:00 p.m in Ridgefield Park, New Jersey. My teammates and I and I were warming up for our soccer game. Our team name was called“Rapids and we have three wins, one tie, and four losses. All of a sudden, the referees called us to the sideline to check on our equipment.
The crowd went wild. We have won the kickball tournament. We all were so excited and happy that we won the points was 20-18 it was a very close game. On our way out people were yelling our names. When me and my sister got home we were exhausted.
As there were ten minutes before the game we kept on doing the drills until I heard my coach announcing the starting lineup. I heard my name being announced so I prepared myself to go to the field. I could already see the trophy as it was in a table. As I walked in the field I could smell the trimmed grass and could hear my teammates say “we got this.”
Love is Difficult “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” by William Shakespeare is filled with many mixed emotions and lots of different themes. Although there are many different themes that readers can interpret, one that really stands out is that love is difficult. This theme is supported when Hermia 's father tries to tear Hermia and Lysander apart and they decide the best decision is to run away together. Also Oberon and Titania can 't stand each other and always get into arguments. The love potion throughout the play messed up Titania and Oberon’s true love.
Philosophical approach on the play A Midsummer Night’s Dream Submitted to: Prof. Eliezer V. David Submitted by: Jan MarveManaligod KristianDacara Bryan RonhellTangonan MarckRacell Diego BSME-2C Philosophy is the study of the theoretical basis of a particular branch of knowledge or experience. In every story there is a philosophy. It is the way of the author to show the moral lesson of the play.
The roar from the crowd shook the whole stadium as Cristiano Ronaldo scored the goal for Real Madrid and the scores were equal 2 all against Atletico Madrid there were 3 minutes left and none of the teams scored and it all comes down to golden goal the teams were given 10 minutes to score a goal so both teams went back out and started playing again and whoever scored the first goal in the 10 minutes won the game for there team bang Marcelo Vieira passed to Sergio Ramos had a chance to pass the ball to Tony Kroos but Ramos ran half the soccer pitch bang he saw an open option crossed it to Ronaldo and all of a sudden you hear the power of Ronaldo’s boot striking the ball and bang you can hear the power of the goalies glove smashing
My prayers had been answered. I woke up before the sun that morning to get ready and go the stadium with my dad. Upon entering the Etihad Stadium I was left in awe, the beauty of the stadium could not be described in words. Rows of blue seats were spread throughout this huge arena. I could imagine thousands of people chanting my name as I walked onto the pitch.