Personal Narrative: The Last Kick

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The Last Kick Determined to win I said, “Come on guys we need to play defence and protect me because if we lose this game we lose the tournament and we need to win this tournament.” My team came back and started playing amazing and we scored and then the score was 1-1 and it was there kick. My team almost scored and then I accidentally kicked the ball to the other team and the goalie got in and he had an amazing through ball and they were offsides… Then one of the defenders took the kick and my team went down the field and scored a goal to make the score 1-2 and then the half was over. My coach said, “good job guys, let’s keep up the good work and stay strong and let’s hold them this half.” My whole team started chanting, “I believe that …show more content…

So I kicked it and I kicked it right to the bully with all my power and he slammed the ball right into the net. Then the score was 2-3 and they were winning. So we had the kick off and we kicked it out of bounds right next to the corner. So the other team took the throw in and the team had a terrible throw-in and we got the ball and then their goalie fouled one of my teammates and we got a penalty kick with 11 seconds left and my team had a rocket (A rocket is a really hard kick or a good shot) and scored! The score was now 3-3 and we went into penalty shoot-out. The team went first with the kick and then the bully stepped up and took the penalty kick and then he MISSED!! (The reason the bully missed was because he felt bad about all the months he was mean and disrespectful to me) I just stood there and looked at him and then he looked at me and winked, and then it hit me like a bullet that he gave that goal up for me! As the team cheered I felt like he was always nice to me and then I would get all the unneeded credit. Then it was our turn and my team scored and we won the game. After the game I met up with my old bully and new friend and then he said, “you deserved that save dude” and then I replied by saying, “thank

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