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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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 ...
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...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 …