Revenge Essay When I was younger I had the desire to win, I couldn’t stand losing; it was the worst feeling a young

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Revenge Essay When I was younger I had the desire to win, I couldn’t stand losing; it was the worst feeling a young, immature 11 yr old could ever feel. So when St Mary’s Primary School won the Armando cup my friends and I were going through a period of torment. The only way to resolve this was by getting revenge on St Mary’s. Robert Owen Memorial Primary School versus St Mary’s Primary School was the clash that had earned a spot in the Armando cup final. Everybody in Lanark knew that this was the biggest rivalry in the district. My school, Robert Owen Memorial Primary, was the best team in the district; we were always winning something. As 11 yr olds do we got ahead of ourselves and thought that we were the best team, we thought St Mary’s had no chance well we were in for a big shock. Before the game I was feeling really confident, and I wasn’t the only one. At half time the scoreboard read R.O.M.P 0-1 St Mary’s this was the biggest cup in the district and to add to the pressure we were down one-nil. I was devastated. With ten minutes to go I had already bagged a double we had a penalty I felt confident I step up, OH NO I missed it! I at this point I felt as if I had just lost us the game but in reality I hadn’t as we were winning but that was the way I thought of it. My friend said to me its all right. We’re still one up, not for long. Goal kick to St Mary’s the goalie kicks it straight to their striker, he takes one touch then hits it into the top of the net. I was so angry I kicked one of their players and got yellow carded. I just felt my anger taking over and I lashed out I got an earful off of my manager but he kept ... ... middle of paper ... ...d stupid. But not as stupid as we all felt. We had just beat up our friends because they beat us at football oh well you can’t win them all. But after I took a second look at them I notice they were looking really groggy and that took all the pain from the inside away. Shame it didn’t help my fists. Beating up St Mary’s taught me a lesson. The lesson was to avoid this next year we needed to practise our penalties. In the end learning that a good old fashioned beating did the trick wasn’t very good steeping stones for the future. After this experience I knew that I needed to tame the lion roaring inside of me. And if you were to ask the St Mary’s captain I think he would agree. My dad found out about this and gave me an earful the lesson I learned from that was …ehhh … Jonathan Paterson

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