Then the game started, we played hard but it came down to the wire. A 14-14 game to 16. It was time to put the clamps on, no points allowed. They passed the ball around the key carelessly, and I took advantage of it. I went out picked off one of the passes and all of a sudden we now had the upper hand in the game that would send us to the championship.
About an hour and a half ago, my competitive soccer team in Milpitas was heading to our last game in Bakers Field, California. Unfortunately, our opponents were the second best in our league, and they had won almost all of their games. Nevertheless, my team was up to take the challenge when we start practicing, approximately a half hour before the game begins. To start our game, Josh, our forward, chose heads in the coin toss and we decided to shoot south to avoid the sun. In our first offensive play, I passed to a midfielder, he got past an opponent forward, and kicked horizontally from the right corner of the field.
With 2 minutes left we score another goal, putting us in the lead. My team and I stare at each other with optimism in hope of winning our last game. As time passes Lexi is on the other side of the field, battling the players to take the ball and score. Just because we’re up one doesn’t mean we’re going to win. The opposing team could easily take the ball and crash it in the net.
The first day of tryouts started and I was paired up with Cooper and a freshman, all competing for one spot. Quickly, I realized that both of my opponents could hit the ball farther than me and I began to forget my father's guidance of playing conservatively, in an attempt to keep up with them. I began hitting my more inconsistent clubs, hoping for longer yardage. This method of “Go Big or Go Home” didn’t work out very well because after the first day I was losing by three strokes to Cooper and losing by four strokes to the freshman. After telling my dad how the first day had gone, he told me that I needed to play my own golf game and not worry about them.
About three hours after the first wave was the second round. I was only racing in the cones. As it was my turn I had the fastest run ever then at the last cone my foot came out the sturrup. If my foot would not have come out I would be able to go somewhere big.That was the end of riding for that week for me. The good thing is that my friend made it all the way to the competitions of the
After that moment everything went downhill. The team continued to make errors upon errors and the game was suddenly tied. We hanged for over time. The refs told us to play the golden rule, and that is simply saying that whoever makes the first goal wins. Two minutes into the game and Cullman scores the winning goal.
It was game day today. My teammates and I had a game against our rivalry high school Alta and we were pumped because we have beaten them every year since 2014. This year felt like we would keep that streak up and in motion. They had 6 really tall players while we only had 2. It made us all nervous for a while until we seemed to get over it.
A team formed of college kids represented the U.S. at the 1980 Olympics. They seemingly did not stand a chance against the Soviet team. Led by their ambitious coach, Herb Brooks, the team was able to overcome a 3-2 deficit in the third period and they defeated their Cold War rivals. Mike Eruzione scored the winning goal. He never played in an NHL game before, which makes the victory even more miraculous.
Then as my junior year came around my next sticking moment came. As seen in the picture my junior year I was finally on varsity. I didn’t expect to play or contribute much, I was just happy to be on the team. The third game rolls around and were playing one of the best teams in the league, if not the state. So, i 'm expecting to go in once were down by thirty or so and i 'll have fun playing the garbage minutes.