Personal Narrative-My First Soccer Player

As the sun beat down on the turf on a hot Saturday afternoon, two sides battled it out in front of a roaring crowd of about twenty devout fans. It smelled like the rubber beneath their feet. The waves of heat that shot out of the turf blurred my vision of the field.The referee called the neon yellow team to the center of the field to start the game. The fans adjusted their bodies in their portable chairs, making a sound in unison. As the whistle blew, the sunset colored Nike soccer ball was pushed all over the neon yellow team’s side of the field. The neon yellow team’s jersey’s were flickering up and down with their bodies as they brilliantly exchanged the ball between each other. Their chemistry seemed almost automatic,moving fluidly as of watching a video game. However, as the sun continued to beat down on them, fatigue clearly seeped into their bodies, because their passes became slower and less accurate. Eventually, the ball landed at the feet of a particular player.

With his arms stuck out and forward, he calmly received the ball, and as his neon yellow shorts moved with his robotic-like legs, the number two on his right thigh moved as well. The number expanded as he threw his leg back, preparing to kick the ball. As he flung his leg through the ball to pass it, the number kept shrinking until it was not possible to read. As soon as he scooted the ball to his teammate, a maroon blur became apparent in between the two players. A member of the opposing team stuck his foot out and snagged the ball. He stopped the ball with so much grace, that one would think the ball was tied to the player’s foot! He bumped the ball to his dominant foot, and then delivered it to his teammate near the