The Final Game I still remember waking up to the annoying beeps of my soccer ball alarm clock. The red text on the screen of the alarm read 7:30, the usual gameday wake up time. I got up and went through my morning routine. Showered, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, and got all of my stuff ready for my game at noon. Nothing felt right at the time, mainly because I knew that this Saturday morning was the last of my 9 year soccer career. It was a decision I debated all season long, but I knew it was time to focus solely on football. I put on my soft purple jersey one last time and headed out the door, where my mom waited in the driveway in her silver Dodge Durango. Soccer was something I was truly passionate about. I have yet to find something in life that I enjoy as much as I did playing the sport. I started playing at age five. Like many young kids I didn’t understand the game at first, but I …show more content…
My mom drove me to my assigned field and pulled over when I saw my teammates. None of them knew that this would be my last game and I decided not to tell anyone so that we could just focus on what was ahead; another league championship. We were playing the Crew, a dirty team that had been our rivals for several years. The sight of their dark yellow jerseys made me sick to my stomach. Our head coach arrived soon after I did and got the team organized and doing pre-game warm-ups. About an hour later the referee blew his whistle and the game was underway. It was a blowout. We obliterated our enemy. The final score was 4-1. I didn’t score a goal but enjoyed every second I was out there. I drank one last victory gatorade with my teammates and headed home after getting ice cream at the Dairy Corner. My emotions were all over the place. I wanted to cry but I knew at the end of the day, I was going to have fun playing football with all of my friends in high school. At least that’s what I thought at the
On the plane ride home and in the airport I was still thinking about the game.The Carolina Panthers had blown out the Buccaneers by 30 points! Cam Newton scored 3 touchdowns himself! I was still excited about the whole game until I fell asleep in the
As the final whistle blew and the last of the crowd was leaving, me and my teammates cringed as we glanced up to see the final score. The other team celebrated with their friends and family as we went too our coach to get yelled at once again. This was the last game of the season and we finished winning a total of zero games, probably the worst record in E.L Wright middle school history. After listening to the last speech of the season from our head coach all of the players grabbed their bags and proceeded to the locker room. As we walked down the long dirt road towards our locker room we all looked at one another and surprisingly every single one of us had a big smile on our face.
A few hours passed and it was approaching 12:00: game time. As I was getting my equipment on, all the possible things that could go wrong flashed threw my head. As I finish putting on my pads and other equipment, I heard a voice from behind me, "Just stay focused man, and play like you have been.” It was RJ, trying to help me focus and give me motivation. Walking into that dark tunnel with the light at the end is like an exhilarating wave of nerves and excitement. Approaching the end of the tunnel, all I could hear was the crowd screaming and yelling. From there on, as we ran onto the field, another person took over, and I didn't know the outcome of what was about to happen.
It was time for the game to start and I couldn't wait through the whole game Packer where just barley ahead of the Lions. About two hours into the game my feet where starting to numb out from the cold but I couldn't leave the score was so close. The time was down to the last minute and Packers were ahead by a field goal as time ran close to the end people where leaving so we decided to do the same. The packers ended up winning I was glad they did but I still had a long walk back to our car in the parking garage we parked
It 's the day before my last high school varsity basketball game as a senior… Wow four years went by this fast who would have imagined this day would have came. All day I was thinking about the season ending. This game meant everything to me, it wasn 't any ordinary game. It 's a section game! Win or go home.. With it being my last high school game I wanted to close the chapter knowing I gave it my all. Practice was probably the most intense it 's ever been for me. Emotions were flaring and we were all on the grind.
Over the years, soccer has changed me as a person. I love thinking back at the great memories I had playing soccer. I plan to never stop playing soccer. Hopefully, I will play on the club team at Shippensburg and never give it up. This was one of my most memorable moments in my life playing soccer. Through soccer I made friends, learned how to be a team player and helped me bring my family closer together. If it wasn’t for soccer I wouldn’t be who I am today and I am very grateful for this.
The photographer takes my picture and I sit with the rest of the team. We were still missing the last person who was probably going twice the speed limit. Henry finally makes it and we all measure ourselves tallest to smallest. Kids argued they were taller to hold their ground on the team. As usual I was the smallest. I was forced to kneel in the muddy soggy wet grass. Then we are all ready and the blinding flash hits us all. It was still about 10:00 in the morning there was still that mixture of morning dew and goose poop that made you wonder why does this smell not faze me. We all groan as the photographer says, “One more,” in a fake happy voice. The game finally starts as the referee proudly blows his whistle. I have that small relief that everything was ok and god was on my
To this day, this game haunts me and sometimes I find it hard to sleep at night because I am too busy thinking of what should have been. Looking back, the way to describe the ending to my senior season is disappointment; not only in myself, but in my entire team. Being the only senior it felt like more of betrayal than anything. It felt like my teammates knew they had more than a second chance to redeem themselves so they were not as heartbroken and sympathetic towards the loss and towards
I recall looking into the passionate eyes of one of my fellow seniors and telling him, “We have twenty-four minutes of football left in our lives, let’s make them count.” Our team continued to resist the embarrassment of helplessness in the second half, but it appeared obvious that we were outmatched. We lacked size, strength, speed, and proper teaching; four things that highly increase your chances of winning a football game. With around two minutes left in the football game Newton had the ball. I remember thinking “This will be the last drive of my life.” The temperature continued to drop, and we were losing forty five to
The bus ended up getting there, “finally”,we all said and we left, it was like a 20 minute ride. When we got there we had no time to warm up because we were really late;however, we still ended up winning. We slayed them by a lot of touchdowns. I scored 2 touchdowns, I felt proud of myself. After our first win the team was excited but we knew that the team we had just played was trash
It was the last season of my football career and it could not have been going better. We were winning games and were having a blast. The team was giving high fives and banging helmets together. We were a true family; growing closer than any team I had ever been with before. I was standing with my teammates as we said the same prayer before our game as we did every week. “Our Father Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.” The deep, strong voices rang throughout the room sending chills down my back. I loved it.
I enjoyed the praise and cheers from my teammates that are like my brothers. They all contributed to my success and lifted my high as they knew that this moment I would never forget for the rest of my life. I honestly did not want to leave the field that night so I meandered and fooled around with everyone for the longest time after the game. After the game I met up with my mother and father as they seemed to look more proud than I was at the time. They talked to me and told me how great I have become over the years of hard work and dedication.
The time on the clock was 4:30 when the doorbell rang, fifteen minutes early. My three teamates were extremely anxious to get to the Center. I opened the front door and to my surprise the whole team was outside in their cars. They were all spiffed up in their shirts and ties, determined to win the game. As I threw my equipment in my friends car I was hoping that the next time I put it in there I would have a championship medal hanging around my neck.
Our kicker went on to kick the extra point, as only one minute remained on the time clock. The Clark Cougars went on to beat the Williams Warriors. I could see it now on the front page of the town newspaper. "Clark demolishes Williams for the first time in 14 years!" We finally beat the best team in the world! As we celebrated, and jumped around on the soggy grass, a tear came to my eye. It was all hitting me now. I finally achieved the goal of my life! I could not control the tremendous smirk on my face. As I watched the coach from the opposing team cry in agony, I thought to myself, "That must be what they call the agony of defeat." I knew that the moment of my life I had long waited for, was gone. Only memories are left in my mind, and I cherish every single one of them.
I had my first experience with the sport when I was very small. At the age of 5 my family brought me to a Nashville Titans game. I still vividly remember the lights,colors and players being at such a young age I immediately fell in love with it. I wanted so bad to be like those 11 men on the field. As I grew older as many things do it began to interest me, it was all around me the games,teams,posters,media football has covered every single part of the country. From college teams to the National Football League, a young American boy simply has to notice.