Personal Narrative-Ecstasy In Soccer

It was game day and the whole team was pumped. Today we were ready to take down our rivals, Maquoketa. We all got nervous when we heard that the forecast called for heavy rain with possible thunderstorms. We knew that playing in the rain would be a lot more difficult, but that we could handle it. I just had to remember to plant my feet closer to my body and keep my touches small because the ball would roll faster on grass than soap on a slip-n-slide. I was mentally preparing for the game during our warm-up as my feet were training themselves to accommodate to the weather conditions. I grazed across the wet surface, around the cones, and to the goal as I was getting used to the ball being on my feet. The referee blew

The day I had been waiting for for so long had finally arrived; the first day of the high school lacrosse season was finally here. That day was the day I needed to prove to my coaches that I deserved to be on the varsity team after not making it at tryouts. That day was a scrimmage at High Velocity, we were scheduled to play four games all in one day, against Saline, Okemos, Brighton, and Belleville.

Soccer is my life.Every weekend we travel all over Indiana and Ohio. But One Saturday morning my soccer team, my family, and I got up early for a soccer tournament in Ohio. The first game we played was a team called the Celtics at 8:30. The score was 1-0 we won. During the first five minutes of the 2nd half, we scored a goal.Also, the game was very physical people were getting shoved to the ground and kicked. But during the game the ball bounced off the side and almost was a goal for the other team but we saved it and before we saved it my team and I all screamed,” Go to the ball and get the ball out of the box” After, we played a Cincinnati United team at 3:15 at the end of the game the score was 5-1

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. I was nervous and my heart felt like it was beating a thousand beats per seconds. Our coach told the lineup after the referee checked our equipment.

As round five approached, I was chosen to take the last penalty kick. It was down to the other team 's top shooter and me. He shot as I held my breath. Our goalie fully extended his hands and was able to just barely make the save. “Yes”, I whispered as I let out a sigh of relief. It was all down to me as I approached the ball. The tournament game was in my hands and I wasn 't about to let it slip away. The ball was on the penalty linE but I could barely think, it felt like I had bees in my Stomach. I took three steps back and one to the left. To trick the goalie, I stared at the left side of the goal for 3 seconds. Then I took off, leaned back, hit the ball with my instep, and launched it into the air. The goalie lunged left, the ball sailed into the upper right corner of the goal, right where the goalie didn 't go. “Goal,” we all screamed! We

In Green bay, Wisconsin, at a softball facility, on January 23rd, Seriena Dunaway was playing in a softball league. Dunaway was playing against Elite, her team 's biggest rival. The air was cool and the playing turf was rough and hard to run or slide on. The people in the crowd could see the tension. The music was loud and seemed out of place.

Coming off the sideline I felt that this game was going to be a devastating loss, but still had the gut feeling to play as hard as I could. FOOOH! Went the whistle as we started off passing the ball to each other. “ Pass the ball over here” I yelled with all my might. With my speed I started dashing on the edge of the field all the way to side of the goal. I quickly evaded the defender and in the distance I heard

“LET'S GO!” Screams a player on my team who has clearly been at the field for a while, waiting anxiously for the first box lacrosse game of the season.This is my first season playing lacrosse; a sport that I've always wanted to play but never had the courage to try, until now. I arrive at the field, my heavy bag has started to cramp my hand before the game has even begun. Most of our team is there and is already padded up and waiting for the game to begin.

I didn’t know it yet, but the way I viewed the game of lacrosse was about to change drastically.

I had progressed well, passing the first and second cuts with seeming ease. As the third day of scrimmages approached, I felt a slight soreness in my ankle. Halfway through the second scrimmage of the day, I was exhausted and could feel the sore tension in my ankle festering. The thought of sitting out flashed through my mind, but was quickly overcome by the overwhelming desire to get through this game and make the team. This desire, however, would be my downfall. In the final minutes of the game, while I was running up the right wing, dead-set on finishing this

It all started with the snap of a leather football. I came out of my stance to get double teamed by an angry and aggressive nose guard and fast line backer. I get pushed back as my clumsy feet get tripped up and I fall backwards. A fierce pain shoots up my back as I groan. My friend helps me to my feet as I stumble back to the huddle. I 'm in so much pain, I thought to myself with fear that I was severely injured.

The booming sound of the buzzer finally called for the 12 athletes to line up on either side of the net. As soon as Casey stepped on the court, she felt a sickening feeling in her stomach and mind. What if they did not win, she thought. Casey rapidly let the idea leave her mind as she turned to her team and attempted to break the mood that hovered over the team like a thunderstorm with massive, treacherous clouds.

The grass was green, the soccer nets were just put up, and white lines had just been freshly painted on the grass. Kids were busy playing soccer, but then everything stopped, the whistle was blown. A young girl was on the ground in pain with her team huddling around her, and a boy from the other team was next to her apologizing. As a matter of fact it reminded Abby of a scene that she had been in a few years back. As Abby sat on the bench nearby watching she was also remembering. She remembered the day quite clearly, because it was that day that she really learned about teamwork.

Splat. A girl slipped on the mud and stepped right on to the soccer ball, face-planting on the ground with a thud. I cringe and blow my whistle, signaling a foul. Before I can even ask if she’s all right, I heard thunder booming in my ear, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? YOU’RE CALLING THAT A FOUL?!”

The match was also brutal as both teams resented each other and the rain agitated the players leading to hotheadedness and the players to be impetuous and impassioned. Players tackled often and wildly leading to small quarrels between the teams. Just before half time a player on the opposition team, James, tackled me. He missed the ball completely, leading to him hitting my Achilles heel and me being injured. I fell in agony and he collected the ball off my unmoving feet. The referee was occupied breaking up a fight and did not see the tackle. James then proceeded to run towards goal and scored as the half time whistle blew. I was unable to stand up on my own and was deemed by the doctor to not play for the rest of the game and I was forced to sit in the stands with the rest of the fans and watch the rest of the