The opposing team could easily take the ball and crash it in the net. Lexi works furiously to steal the ball away. As she succeeds two defenders approach her. She realizes she can’t take both of them on so she passes it to me, but before the ball reaches my feet a defender comes charging in front of me and the ball and hurdles me to the ground. I fall to the ground in pain and agony.
The first time on a football field and i was very hyped about it cause i got to play and the coach put me as starter because i was the biggest one on the field. The very first play we got sacked but are left lineman didn't stop the ball they got pushed over and we got sacked. The ball was on the 25 yard line and we were trying to get to the fifteen yard line to get the first down and we were short 10 yards but we could still get cause if we work hard you play hard. Then we said hike the ball was handed of to the running we tried to stop them but they still got the touchdown. They tried to make us go to right side on a counter play but we read there play and we stopped them from getting the first.
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.
At the end of practice, I would always go home with a bright red face and sweat pouring down my body, creating a wet ring on my shirt collar. However, we all wanted to make ourselves satisfied as well as our coach to make the most out of our practices and so we wouldn’t get more difficult workouts the next time because of lack of participation. The first time that I won a race in a track meet made me feel like I accomplished something. I really liked that feeling of being successful on my own despite the criticism I had received about being successful. I felt like I could conquer anything and would never listen to what others would tell me.
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.
At the end of the day I got packed up and got ready to go home because as soon as I got home I would be leaving for soccer practice. Later that day at soccer practice my coach had a private talk with me he said that whatever got into me at the last game I should keep up for the championship. Also that I was elected captain by my fellow teammates! I run through the green grass in my socks and thank all of my teammates. Then I look for Lisa.
We were on our way out of the locker room for the second half, and as the lights shined down on me, the crowd chanted my name. It was surreal! It felt so good to be known and loved by the fans. I did as I promised in the second half, and I passed the ball to my teammates. We won the game!
My parents and friends knew the struggles I was going through with soccer and they all said the same thing, “why don’t you try cross country?” My answer was the same each time, “I would never even consider doing cross country, that's not going to happen. Sophomore year started and again I put myself through the pressures of making a soccer team. That year, the program cut 21 girls and I was put on a team mostly filled with freshman. I was devastated by this because I had worked relentlessly for four months during soccer pre-season
From there, it was on to the divisional meet where we would run against every team in Western Massachusetts. Despite our regular season success, every prediction article written about the race had us finishing 5th or 6th, and not qualifying for State. Instead of getting down because of the pessimistic predictions, we used them as fuel to motivate us. Before the race, my teammates and I analyzed every team to figure out which teams and which runners we needed to beat in order to secure that 3rd place
My heart was beating a thousand times a minute I was thrilled. I was starting to gain confidence in myself and in my game. About 3 months later our winter practicing began on the way there my dad told me, “No matter what happens out there, just remember it's about having fun.” As I came into practice I was greeted by the familiar faces that were at the tryout. The first thing we did was throwing with a partner. I was with my friend from basketball so I wasn’t nervous to throw to him.
I remember the game being very physical and exhausting mentally. We went back and forth scoring on each other, every mistake costing the other team a touchdown. It came down to the final two minutes in the game we were tied with them. Our coach had said that we need a stop, somebody needs to make a play. Little did I know at the time it would be me to make it.