Personal Narrative: The Game Of Soccer

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I had conditioned ambitiously for two years in club soccer, learning and examining how each one of my teammates played. It all led up to this game, the final game of the season, the Championship game. But my motivation was suddenly trampled as I watched my opponents move swiftly down the field toward our goal. My body began to break into a full sprint down the field, the cold air hitting my damp skin, sweat tearing down my face, my heart racing, cleats digging into the course surface of the of the field. My words cutting through the dank air like a knife cutting through butter, “Pressure… Pressure!” it was too late. Their forward had already cocked back his foot much like a gun, he took an incredible shot and it forced the ball into the back of our net whistling right underneath the top crossbar. …show more content…
It seemed like all was lost. I wiped the tear away and picked my head up only to see a cluster of emotions on the faces of my teammates. Some furiously red with steam rising and evaporating into the night sky. Others dragging themselves back to their starting positions, heads down and kicking the dirt with somber. But most of them with anticipation and nerves. A fire lit in their eyes, and I could see they were out for blood. Once I saw that, I knew that my team still had a little bit of fight left in them and we wouldn’t go down without a fight. My attitude quickly suppressed with that of my determined teammates and the others soon followed. I screamed at the top of my lungs “get the ball! It’s not over