Personal Narrative Essay: The Football Game

It was hot, Caleb and I were warming up before the soccer game. Caleb was tall and muscular, I was short and skinny. This was our last game and we had lost all our games prior. “This could be our chance to finally win a game,” I said to Caleb. We joined the team huddle to talk about the rules the ref gave us and to be assign our positions. I was assigned right wing while caleb was assigned striker. The sun was slowly disappearing in the horizon like a item in quicksand as the game started. After the whistle was blown to signalfy the game to start, the opponent had dribbled through our defences and took a shot , ding it went of the cross bar. Our team faces open with surprise. Our defence pass the ball up to Caleb, then caleb to me. I ran

The water entered my mouth it cooled my body i was relaxed. I placed a cool towel on my face. Instantly goosebumps appeared and my body was refreshed. As i looked my teams heads were down. We formed a huddle again, it smelt like a gym locker room and was hot like a sauna. I told everyone “ alright guys we can win this” everyone was doubting it except Caleb. We started to go back on the pitch aka the field. My cleats sank in the grass, “it felt good” i thought. The other team started with the ball , so we lined up outside the circle. I whispered to Celeb “ charge them” He replied with a thumbs up. I look at the opponent with a small grin. I felt like a had a devious plan to win. The screech the whistle blew. They started it and me and Caleb charged them. The opponent frozen like a deer in headlights. Caleb took the ball and ran. No one could take him down because of his size. I sprinted down the field waiting for the cross. My feet pushed off the ground faster and faster. The adrenaline kick in again. Caleb passed the ball, then suddenly time slowed down. I was going in for the header. I jumped up with my might , the ball made contact with my head the thoomp. Swoosh. I scored the excitement filled my body and