Personal Narrative Essay: Joining The Soccer Team

“There whey better dad,” I whined in my dad’s face.
“Just give it a try I know how good you are. Come on, you got this,” my dad replied with his eyebrows raised. It Would be impossible. The soccer team Bloomington United was a year older, and the kids were more skilled, bigger, and stronger. Although I didn’t want to, I needed to tryout for a better team to get better. whereas on the other hand I didn’t want to try out for a new team and leave my comfort zone with my friends on the YWCA. My dad told me to give the United a try, and that’s what I ended up doing even though I didn’t really want to. Besides what was I going to lose
“Dad, the players are so much better,” I complained to him, “even if I make the team somehow, I’m not joining

This team played in a league that competed with teams from all over the Northeast called Northeast Regional Premier. Since My old team had just played teams from Anoka County,this was a gigantic difference. I was convinced that I was not going to make the team, but I tried out only to please my dad. I scrunched my eyebrows together and I tipped my head to the side. As I dribbled the ball on the rectangular wavy light green grass,a defender rushed toward me.I popped the ball in the air right over him, and blasted the ball into the goal so hard the net had fallen off. I knew that I did pretty well. At least I pleased my dad who was on the sidelines with a smile larger than his mouth. If I did make it on some freak occasion,I would not join the team. I felt that I didn’t

Although it was a longshot, I wanted to be part of the United team now.As my dad and I were about to get in our car to leave, I saw a coach running toward the car. His footsteps echoed in my ears, and I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead.
Suddenly I was capable of playing with these skilled players and I was had made the team. I received this surprising news when coach had arrived. The coach had called my dad. His breaths came in short shallow gasps. he raised a single finger, and bent over his hands on his knees. He was completely out of breath. It took a few minutes, but slowly he breathed normal again.
“George, I would like to offer your son a spot on the Bloomington united soccer team,” whispered the coach . My eyes were wide I made several attempts to speak, but no words came out of my lips. I had looked at dad he looked sad. he was about to tell the coach how I used to feel. before he could talk I yelled “yes”. Because my dad had a smile on his face, I knew he was proud of