the whistle blew from the nearby referee, temporarily drowning out my ears. There was a foul made by the rival team. Relieved, my team rapidly set up for the penalty corner, anxious for a goal. Coaches on the sideline fumbled around with the play book, and struggled to get the correct page open. We heard a shout from the bench, “T!”
The coach said “Strong left thirty-six, on set.” Before we lined up I thought about the play in my head, just go in-between the tackle and tight end, it was simple. As we lined up, the defense was off-set, they had overloaded the left side of the field, leaving my hole wide open. I could see myself getting at least ten yards.
Polly was clapping until her hands hurt, and Willie was singing his heart out. Cap’n Tommy blew his gun signaling that he competition was over. John stopped and heard the loud cheers of the crowds. The judges went to measure the depth of the holes drilled by John and the steam engine. Cap’n Tommy went over to John, and told him he had beat the machine by four feet.
Badger fans raged in anger at the officials by chucking chunks of ice and snowballs in the direction of them after the 13-7 loss to Northwestern. They erupted with anger after a very controversial call on Joel Stave’s game winning touchdown pass on the last play of the game. The referees made the completely wrong call saying that the receiver did not complete the process of the catch. In college football, one step in bounds is needed in order to complete the catch, and the badger receiver had three, and that is what the fans saw on the jumbotron.
They were fast as the wind and they looked tough and apoplectic, which made me get pressured. My team and I used the plan we devised before the game started. But, our plan didn’t work, the eighth graders stole the ball. We scurried as fast we could to the other side of the field. I was losing my breath, tasted the blood of discouragement, and felt pain that taunted me.
“Now presenting your Chicago Bulls!” the announcer screamed as smoke poured into the stadium, and the lights went out. “Starting as head guard, Derrick Rose”, came screeching through the speakers. The crowd was on their feet as all the other players were called by name and ran on to the freshly shined court. There were screams of “We love you Derrick”, while shouts of insults, obviously from fans of the opposing team, the New York Knicks reverberated through the arena.
While in that state, my family came in to find out what that sound was and where it came from. Once they saw me they cackled and howled as tears flew down their face, similar to that of a soaked hyena laughing at the lion who wasn’t as lucky from escaping the river. Now realizing what caused that noise coupled with the sharp pain in my mouth, I too laughed at my predicament, then I pondered, and finally, I knew. That egg..was after
While walking in the blackness of night, deep throaty howls broke the silence like a gunshot in the morning. Inside of his chest, Bob could feel a stinging and tightening sensation occurring. Anxiety started setting in. The howls and growling started to get closer, even closer, and even closer until the wolves were right behind him! Bob panicked!
Hong!!! The sound of the horn blows in my ear as the final second’s ticks off the clock. Looking up at the score board with anger in my eyes and sweat glistening upon my face. Standing in the middle of the field with my helmet dangling in my right hand, I watch as the other team cheer with laughter, hand shacks, and an over whelming victory. I will never able to put my trust in any coaches.
The only bad thing is the Cowboys answered and we now have to go to yet another overtime, and this time the Cowboys get the ball to start this out. “The ball is in the air and it is intercepted,” the announcer yelled. Once again, I’m in the ball game to hopefully seal the deal with a score. All I can hear now is WOODY, WOODY as we are at the four yard line of Oklahoma State. Then, all of my teammates ran over and tackled me and I knew then and there that we had beaten the 2nd best team in the
Now I have to sit and watch like the rest of the crowed. The first six PK were scored the intensity rising with each one . Now if this player scores the other team can win it all. The crowd goes silent the player has a look of determination on his face he runs up to the ball and he hits it. I watch the ball flying through the air, praying he would miss.
The whistle blew for half time and our whole team staggered off the soccer field, trailing the other team 1-0 in the Memorial Cup Final .We had ran like madmen in the first half as we struggled to keep up with USAI 's fast-pace possession game strategy. While we got a well deserved water break, our coach discussed what had happened so far in the game and how we could fix our mistakes. “ We have to be more composed around the ball guys! If we get the ball everyone just focus on completing your first pass and things will develop from there.” Moments later the referee blew the whistle once again signaling both teams to get back on the field.
I started grid kid football when I was in 7th grade and I am still playing until this very day. I used to play lots of running back and wide receiver and some corner. My coaches really liked me and it was my first year and I already took people that been playing longer than me postions. Then one game we played firth it was a good game.the score was 12-14 they were up. I was on the sidelines waiting for coach to put me in as wide receiver.