I was gripping my stick with only my right hand watching the game from the half. I felt myself wishing the sun would peek out from the clouds instead of the blowing wind. It was the second half of the game and we had held off the other team after their two goal lead in the first half. I didn't know how much time we had left and that worry was in the corner of my mind. I observed as my teammates reached the other team's goal and I heard the loud popping noise of the ball hitting the post. A defensive player on their team swooped in a carried the ball quickly to the sideline. It was like a switch went off from watching to getting into position preparing to stop the other team from advancing to the goal if they passed my teammates. “Backpedal” my coach yelled from the sideline. I knew the other team was increasing speed and would close in slowly towards our goal. In my mind I remembered that this was the time to dig deep and want it more than anyone else on that field. “I’ve got girl” I heard several voices yell. I started shouting the numbers of the players “Twenty four, sixteen, five”, making sure that all the girls were marked to best prevent a goal. I …show more content…
I heard the screeching whistle of the ref and I looked over my shoulder and thanked him for pausing the game for me to exit. I reached my coach and showed her my finger at first she didn't realize until I showed her my other finger that was a polar opposite. The trainer had got me ice for my monstrous purple and black finger as I sat on the cold wet grass all the built of pressure released throughl tears. I bent over my knees holding my hand hoping it the terrible pain would stop. The trainer was able to comfort me but the only thing on my mind was the thought of going home. What felt like seconds later the horn blew and the game had ended. My coach turned over her shoulder telling the trainer and I
We then went for 2 point conversion to win the game and we gave the ball to Mitch Smarzinski our full back who then got stuffed at the line and our lineman helped push him in… But then we saw bright yellow flag fly and the referee said we had assisted the runner into the endzone and that's illegal apparently so then the game was over and the time ran out. The finally was KImberly 6 and the Neenah Rockets
It took me a second to realize they were waiting for me. They were, for once, looking at me to call a play. I glance up at the clock, it holds at few minutes left, but I see the score and the other team is only down a few points. I quickly think of one of our plays, “Let’s run silver,” I say, “make sure to keep the ball moving and press on defense.” We break from our huddle and get into our positions.
On a cold, frosty, snow cover night in November at Welcome Home Stadium, was when my life changed. That night, two teams played for the chance to call themselves champions of 6th-grade football. All game, my team and I battled against the mighty Wilmington Hurricanes. We fought all game to win and finally we got the ball back with less than under a minute left and down by 4 points. The crowd was quieter than a church mouse as my coaches huddled us up during a timeout, and in that timeout, my coaches looked to me for answers.
I was sitting on the bench in the last inning of our fourth game wondering if I was ever going to get to play when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see my coach gazing down at me. He gave me a sly grin and said, "get a helmet, you 're on deck. " I had to swallow my shock. I jumped up and hurried over to the on deck circle.
The Thursday night lights beamed down on me as kickoff approached. It was the last game of the 8th grade football season and the last chance to make my mark on a personally rather ordinary season. We were playing Celina, a team known to be a powerful opponent. I was on the kickoff return team, playing on the far left side of the field and on that particular night we were set to receive the kick. The referee’s whistle pierced the warm and soundless autumn air.
Everyone rushed over to me. I saw everyone huddled around me with worried looks on their faces. Everyone was asking if I was OK, but I didn’t answer because I was in so much pain. My coach had me walk to the dugout and poor water on my knee while he got me an icepack. I put the icepack on my knee but it felt like my knee was on fire!
“Whooo!” The crowd goes wild with excitement. We jump for joy as we score another goal. The soccer ball slashes the net with a hard enough kick to go straight through. Lexi and I scream with excitement knowing we just tied the score two to two with only 3 minutes left in the game.
This is the reminiscence of my first soccer game that I refereed. I was volunteering for the local soccer league as they needed assistance. As a fourteen-year old, I did not know what to expect. All I could think about was the roaring of the parents, and how much pressure was on my shoulders to make the right calls. It was ironic since I was refereeing a game for thirteen-year old players.
The ironic part is it sparked something in me; I was determined to heal quickly and push myself past my limits. In the end, I became more aggressive on the field and one of the best players on my team. The coaches noticed this huge change and awarded me the Coaches’ Award at the end of the season. Knowing I had more potential, I pushed myself even further and my talents were recognized by the new coach my senior year. I achieved my goal of starting every game and played a majority of the eighty minutes of regulation time.
I looked around there were flags we had not been set long enough. That brought the ball back with .07 seconds and we snapped it john took my spot and snapped me the ball i was stuck there was no hole to run through so john pushed me in the process of being crushed i fell backwards. We lost. We went and did the usual thing after and in the huddle everyone was mad that i didn
The score is now 3-1, the crowd roars energizing us to play football unlike any other. People stare in disbelief. With an extraordinary kick, the ball is flung pass the keeper into the top corner of the goal. Our goalie saving the impossible as the other team fights for redemption. Football is something special that only the players and the spectator's
Everybody is surrounding me. Tears filled my eyes and one of my teammate’s mom comes and says, “I 'm going to go run to the store and get some ice.” My dad grabbed some tissues from his car and I put them in my nose to stop the blood from going on the ground and I layed my head back and pinched right above where the ball hit me. When the ice arrived my dad was holding the ice on my nose. My dad then called my mom and asked if she can pick me up and take me to the doctor.
“Congratulations, this is the 2013-2014 Mission Vista Men’s Varsity Soccer team.” I still remember the words coming out of my high school coach’s mouth as he spoke to the new varsity team after tryouts. I was the shortest and one of the youngest players on the team, but my passion for the game was not any less than anyone on the team. I was one of the only three sophomores on the team with a team dominated by juniors and seniors.
The clock is now down to 3:00 minutes and coach subs me into the game. I immediately run onto the field and spot my team on a fast break with two defenders on his tail. I’m just able to catch up to one of the trailing defenders and lower my shoulder into his side and knock him over. The sound resonates like a drum and he falls to the ground allowing my teammate to
I notice one of my teammates Sebastian scoring and the whole team starts celebrating. As five more minutes pass and finally remember hearing the final whistle and I see everyone celebrating as we have won the championship. As we were done celebrating and packing our stuff we went in a room where I could see the big