Personal Narrative: The Most Important Soccer Game

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It was a crispy cool day in 2008. I was only five years old. We were in the most important soccer game of the year. It was very important for us to win. As we warmed up before the game I twisted my ankle and it was hard for me to walk. I was one of the best players on the team I couldn 't miss this game! This is what we had been practicing so hard for! I wasn 't giving up this easy. Then the game started. One of our players slipped on the wet dew grass when he kicked the ball into the goal and busted his lip open. No, this couldn 't be happening. He was our mane person to kick the ball. I was going to have to go in for him, but then who would be our goalie? The referee called for the first quarter of the game and we went and sat on the bench to get a drink of water. My ankle had started to swell. There was no way I was going to be able to kick, but I got assigned a new place...the kicker. How on earth how was I going to be able to pull this off?? Then, the buzzer sounded for the second quarter. The score was 10 to 4; therefore, we were losing.
It was up to us. We had to when this game if we wanted to go to the finals. It was time for me to kick, Even though it wasn 't even hot outside I could feel the beads of sweat start to form on my forehead. The pressure was on me. I couldn 't run and kick very well at the same time because of my ankle, but I went for it. I swerved to the left to avoid someone on my right, then went to the right to

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