We were winning so big, and I thought it was a great game. When I looked around the locker room and saw everyone’s faces, I felt selfish. I had only been thinking about myself and this game being my last. I had not thought about my other teammates who also were playing their last high school basketball game. My coach told me to pass the ball to my teammates, even though I was scoring a ton of points.
It was a crispy cold Saturday night and the stakes for the game were high. The score of the game was two for my team (JFV Westpfalz) and two for Westrich (my teams rival). It was about thirty-five minutes after halftime and both teams were beginning to get exhausted from the struggle of scoring. My team having the good offense and the rival team having a tremendously good defense couldn’t find a way to score on each other. The defense of Westrich with no mercy maliciously slide tackled my friend Tamar Holmes who was playing striker.
The Bears got themselves out of trouble and Burgess made his old team mates pay, charging through the line to dash 60 metres for his hat trick. Levido added the extras and it was 20 points to 2 at half time. Wyong were literally running up hill the second half, three converted tries behind the Bears and Morrie Breen Oval slopes from north to south made the job hard. The Roos had the majority of the ball early in the second half but could not convert into points. It was a different story for North’s though, scoring their fifth try thanks to Latrell Robinson backing up Sitveni Moceidreke to score right in front.
Jenna passed me the ball as i shot an outside shot and made it. The score was 18-20. As the game kept going on both teams scored after another all through out the third quarter and half of the fourth quarter. The clock was at three minutes with the score of 22-22. Our team picked up the defense a little more and we made sure that they did not score the
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
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.
During a soccer game, the match was tied and I had a clear chance to 1v1 the goalie, I decided to do a “dancing” dribble and then shoot the ball but the goalie stopped my shot because he was as big as a bus. My coach and teammates yelled at me. Later on, I made another mistake by not pressing the ball and let the other team score, my team ended up losing.
I quickly laced my shoes and ran onto the JV court and started practicing my shooting. After 30 seconds, the coach yelled my name and told me to go to the varsity court. Nervously, I ran to the center court, where one of the best players to ever play at Canton, introduced himself and explained the drill to me. This was like a dream come true. After the practice ended, the coach gave me the schedule for the varsity summer league schedule.
Little did I know at the time it would be me to make it. They ran the ball to my side of the field, and I made a tackle that resulted in a fumble that led to us scoring. The crowd in the stadium were ecstatic, I had people calling my name from the stands. I was happy at the time, but knew it was to be short lived, because the game wasn’t over. Their was still enough time on the clock for them to tie the game back up.
It was a close game with a score of 4 to 5. Nothing eventful happened, but it was the first game we lost all season. Everyone began to lose hope, the crowd and the team. Few of us had hope we would win in the first place, but that numbers rose after our loss. Our opponents were just so good, but we knew we had two more chances to win The next game was close as well.
I leaped as high as I could and unfortunately missed the tip the game was already heading south but the game had just started so we had no worries. The first quarter had several lead changes we both had bad shooting quarters shooting below the 30% but that wasn’t what mattered we were all worried about looking good as a team and winning the game not individual stats. About ¾ of the way through the first quarter our coach called a timeout and called us to the sideline and said “Guys you are a great group of kids and have made my coaching experience beyond expectable and you are a bright group of kids so after this season I’ll be retiring and making sure I go out with bang so win this game for me!” and that’s when the game took a drastic change, we began to play with our heart not just our
He takes the ball in his hand and swiftly goes up and makes the three. We finished the game off with a win. The whole time while playing I wondered why I had stopped working hard a while ago. I guess when it came down to it, I just shied away from the competition and let Alex easily take that spot on the court. However, I was not going to make that mistake again.