The girl started to run down the line, that way she would be able to be open and catch the ball. As she ran, she stumbled over the grass and fell on the field. Her team received a penalty for her falling. It does not make sense. The referee was bias and liked the other team and wanted to make sure that the blue team would win.
Sweat was pouring down my face as I hit the ball and resulted in the fact that I made an amazing goal with absolutely no angle. The ball ricocheted off of my foot, and somehow, the ball managed to go from the bottom right of the goal all the way to the top left of the goal, which made everyone gasp in shock. “Oh my gosh! I just scored an amazing goal!” I thought to myself as everyone cheered. I smiled to myself and we ended up winning the game.
The game is closing down, your team is down by 2 points. Ten seconds are left in the game. Your team gets to throw the ball in from out of bounds. The pass is good, your player runs down the sideline... Pulls up to shoot. At the same time a whistle echoes through the bleachers, as fans cheer and boo.
Sweat pours down my armpits, and chest as the young bloods of Young Justice take on the unyeilding Black Canary. We throw everything we have at her, but she easily defeats us- through divide, and conquer. Stepping up to the plate, my instincts take hold of my body, and execute a backflip; just as BC 's roundhouse comes swerving in. Timed to perfection, I narrowly avoid the vicious attack, and land gracefully. Is she trying to seriously injure us?
I watched as the two girls fell for it then tried to catch up. I then ran forward as Abby and the other forwards went towards North’s goal. As I was running I watched as the goalie came out and Abby shot it. Cheering and clapping erupted from the field and the sidelines as we had scored another goal. I went up and high fived my teammates.
We hustled to the ball, blocked shots, and tried to keep the other team on their own half. After five minutes the referee blew his whistle three times in a row, signifying the end of the game. We had one! I had scored the winning goal, the tournament winning goal. I was beaming as we ran over to the sidelines and shook the other team’s hand, wished the good luck, and congratulated them on making it this far.
Charging toward to enemies, looking for covers in holes. The feeling of death surrounds me as I’m running. I felt a rushing bullet flew pass my face. Strangely, I managed to escape death. Hiding in cover in a little hole about a few metres, just deep enough to hide me from the rain of bullets.
I hammered it with all my might and watched with growing excitement as it slowly rolled into the back of the net. My teammates erupted in cheers as a huge grin spread across my face. Reflecting back at that first goal I ever scored as a little six-year old AYSO player on the Bumblebees team, I recognized this moment as the true beginning of my soccer journey. Over the last seven years, I have experienced a multitude of highs and lows, but I can point to one particular event that affected me in such a way that altered
I finally found the soccer cleats right before my big game. The soccer shoes that will help me show my skills in the amazing sport of soccer. Then I thought to myself about all the benefits that the cleats would bring. Benefits like running as fast as a cheetah or jumping as high as a kangaroo. I approach my team and start preparing for the game and visualizing like i never have before.
“Set,” Bang! The gun goes off and I quickly shoot ahead of the rest of the field. My strides long and quick as I sprint for the track. I can’t hear anyone behind me, I must be a good 10 meters in front of everyone else. I run around the track and continue to sprint across the field back to the crowd of parents, friends, and girls soccer players who were forced to attend this last cross country meet of the season.
All of the dogs ran at Vincent which made him scared. Vincent grabbed the ball and screamed “Help Miguel and Danny.” Miguel and Danny went over the fence and shouted “Throw the ball to us.” Vincent threw the ball and ran toward the fence. The dogs were catching up to Vincent. Vincent tried to jump to the fence but Miguel replied”Do not jump because the fence is slippery.” Vincent was so close to the fence but Vincent turn right. Vincent was getting tired, that’s when the dogs caught up.
The quarterback yelled, “Set…… Hit!” I sprung forward and launched out of my stance. The center snapped the ball then shot at me with his hands aimed for my pads to attempt to block me. I took a sharp left step, as I propelled my left hand onto his back and cycled my right arm over to push him away. As I got past him I locked onto the quarterback. Rushing towards him as fast as I could he scrambled to catch up to him and disrupt the play.
The goal of the game is to get the ball down the field and score like soccer. When I was at my first game, I had played defense. There was this girl who would just fling it down the field to the girl I was defending. Finally I got tired
A first half half hat-trick by Joe Burgess set up a 34-10 victory for the Bears over Wyong Roos at Morrie Breen Oval. Both teams had eight wins a piece heading into this round and a victory today was important for their semi final aspirations. It was Wyong who would take the early lead with a successful Tyler Cornish penalty kick. That goal would be the only joy Roos fans would have as the Bears stuck their claws in. Abbas Miski almost got over the line for the Bears, but on the next play winger Joe Burgess scored in the left corner to open the account for the Bears.
Sophomore Right Side Hitter, Kathryn Cather, is able to find the hole in the court, scoring the winning point with a tip (25-17). The Rebels battle out the first point in the third game, and Sophomore, Kate Gibson, ends it with a block for Ole Miss (1-0). With a couple ball handling errors made by the Cowgirl’s setter, Alexandra Aguilera, McNeese started to lose moment (13-7), causing the Cowgirls to call a timeout. After the timeout, Gibson slammed the ball down for a kill (14-7), which started a run for Ole Miss (17-7). Again, the Rebels refused to let the Cowgirls pull ahead.