Personal Narrative: My First Soccer Team

I was ready to play soccer with my team during PE and dashed right out the locker rooms. I was ready to hear Mr. Orluck’s loud voice to tell us to go to the soccer field so that I could bolt out to there and get to talk to all my friends. My heart was rushing and my legs were shaking with excitement to run to be the goalie of my team. I went and gave my attention back to Mr. Orluck to give us the signal to go straight out there. “Let’s go!

Each time we score, the opposing team comes right down the field and scores on us. This process continues until the start of the third period where momentum starts to shift. The back of the line holds my place as the final period begins. I know that I’m going to come into the game in the clutch final minutes. I can’t let my teammates down, I need to do my best and play my game.

“GOAL!” My final kick as a U-14 soccer player ended the game with a score of 3-2. With that game, the team ended its season in second place, a great accomplishment for this motley bunch. As the season came to a close, and we were awarded our trophies, I was already looking ahead to high school. For years I knew that I would attend Bishop Hendricken High School, a school well-known for its soccer team.

I was so close, just a few feet behind the irritatingly bright mop of red hair. My whole body was so pumped on adrenaline that I couldn’t even feel my legs. Only the consciousness that they were moving, fast. My arms reached out in front of me, itching to get ahold of the fluorescent green ball that I have set my sights on. Just as I was about to overtake Preston, I lost control of my footing and plop!

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!

I braced against my opponent on the field-- calves burning, sweat soaking through my hair. Anxiety overcame me. We were tied with twenty seconds left on clock, and the opponent was sprinting beside me with the ball. As we both charged towards the goal, I tried my best to knock the ball out of his mesh. Yet, my attempts proved to be fruitless.

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.”

I never thought that a trip to a soccer game could change my life drastically. Everything can change from one moment to the other and no individual sees it coming. My family’s plan was to go to our hometown’s championship soccer game. Needless to say we never made it there.

I began to get even more stressed. After I missed, some of my teammates started to give up. Thankfully the whistle that announced the end of the first half sounded. While we were drinking water our coach told us with disappointment voice “who are you guys” and, he reminded us of all the hard work we have done.

When I get close enough to the goal, I make a dump pass to one of my team members and they score. The stands are going crazy now! As I make my way back to line up, coach yells “That’s what I am talking about Meade!!”. After we scored one more goal, the score was four to three. It is the start of the fourth quarter now.

It was late after school around 3 o’clock. I just had laid down on my bed. I heard my mom yell for me. I ran downstairs and there was my mom all dressed to go somewhere, I asked her “Where are we going?” she replied “ Remember, you have your first soccer practice.”

We had been winning by half time 4-0 omar had scored two , alejandro one, and braulio another. About 10 minutes after the second half started i had passed to omar and omar to emmanuel and then emmanuel passed it back to me. I recieved the ball outside the box so i took a touch to the right and then i just swung my leg and the ball howled into the upper 90 and went in i could believe that i made it it felt like the

and I said I do not see your name on the roster, I don't think you made the team. I was shocked, tears started to fall from my face as my dreams became to crumble to floor. Never in my mind did I think this was going to happen. After that day it was hard to just go day by day knowing that my dreams were crushed right in front of my eyes.

The whole team finally got to the locker room and we were listening to music and trying to focus; and get pumped up for the game. I was putting

As soon as I got the ball, I started to race down the court pounding the ball as I was dribbling. I squared up facing the hoop getting ready to take my shot. I raised my arm up, releasing the ball with my fingertip with poor form and arc. The ball went flying towards the hoop very fast. The sound of the net went swoosh