World Cup Final - Personal Narrative
Just as I scored a resplendent overhead kick in the rapidly decreasing
extra time in the World Cup Final at Wembley the referee's shrill
whistle announced the end of the match. England had won the World
Cup!! The end of the match celebrations were beginning the crowd were
on their feet singing in a joyous tone, the Germans were already out
of the ground and on their way to the airport and all across England
people were screaming YES! At their television sets. Suddenly the
entire crowd became quiescent and many were looking at the referee who
was now purple in the face as he had been incessantly blowing on his
whistle. I looked at the crowd who rapidly vanished and became a blue
wall I looked down at my England kit as it suddenly became a blue
duvet then with everything disappearing around me I looked up just to
see the Twin Towers become a pair of canary yellow curtains. As I
wondered where I was I realised that the referee's whistle was still
going as I looked towards where the sound was coming from I saw my
alarm clock ringing nineteen to the dozen. I lay in my bed for five
minutes trying to recollect my wonderful dream but the ever persistent
alarm clock won and I was forced to rise from my warm bed I slammed my
hand down on my alarm clock in an attempt to break it and crept back
into my bed.
About ten minutes had passed when my mother swept into the room
fussing as usual about school and trains. She pulled me out of bed and
said something else reluctantly I staggered to the bathroom like a
drunk after a long nights partying who doesn't know his way back home.
I had a cold wash to keep myself awake. I slowly walked back to my
room and resisting the urge to crawl back into my warm bed, I put on
my drab school uniform. I clambered down the stairs almost tripping on
morning I knew that I had to do something so I went around trying to
I just yawned and combed my fingers through my hair, I saw that he was wearing the simple uniform, so I shooed him out of the room, asking him to get some food and save a spot for me. I changed and even put on the scabbards for the swords we’d use to battle the Scolopendra.
So as always, my parents being the loud people they are, woke me up. I swear if they lived in another house, I would still be able to hear them. Although they were loud, I was tired and I wasn’t gonna let them disturb my sleep. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw my phone get a snapchat, then I saw the long list of snaps. The list was so long, it seemed like it never ended. I was being put to sleep by the sight of loading sign next to the names, with the dimmed screen.
In the year 2015, 15 years old, I am sitting down on my couch playing FIFA. I love and treasure FIFA. FIFA is a virtual soccer video game with top of the line game play, graphics, and producers. FIFA is almost like a best friend: one second you will be aggravated or irritated because of a dreadful play, but the following moment they pull through for you and support you, just like a best friend. I would rather be playing FIFA or be with my best friend than anything else in the world, no matter what. FIFA is one of a kind, just like a best friend. My best friend and I share the passion for soccer, we both play soccer, we watch soccer and we play FIFA together. We have been best friends ever since first grade; we have grown up together
It was one day this year and I was playing soccer with my friends and there was a professional coach was watching us play. Then after we got done we were all leaving and I was like the last one to leave and the coach went up to me and gave a contract saying they want me to join professional soccer and join a professional team and I said sure so he gave me a contract and told me to sign it and so I did.
the door and we went down to wait in the vestry. Finally it was time
Have you ever felt like you deserved better? When I think of disappointment it always presents itself no matter what, if it is through relationships, parents, siblings, sports etc. it happens. Well I had a rough time my freshmen year, with soccer. Honestly soccer has been a big part of my life for so many years now. I made a lower team I don't believe I should have been chosen for and lots of people felt the same way. I deserved the spot over someone else. It's not my decision though it’s all up to the coaches. It was a rough year trying to give all my effort into playing soccer, because I had a confidence problem or insecurities about what type of player I am. I would say things about myself that would lower my confidence level, just wanted to give up.
When I was in 9th grade i was soccer class, but in 8th i had wondered if i should even choose it. But then i realized that if i ever wanted to experience what it felt like to train like a real athlete I would regret it for the rest of my life. So i filled out all the applications and went to the doctor to get my physical and joined soccer. Although I had joined the class, it was not Season yet. so tryouts were not done yet but i was determined to win to become the best in the class.
I laid there for a few minutes, the cold ground soothing the pain that resounded throughout my body as the blood flowed profusely forth.
through the doorway, and by now a cold feeling shot up my spine like a
A piercing sound grew louder as I slowly gained consciousness. Realising where it was coming from, I glanced at the stupid phone responsible for awakening me. Who the hell was phoning me at this time in the morning? Picking up the ringing object, I glanced at the clock hanging on the cream wall. 8:40am. Shit, I was late. Work started at 9am. I sighed. Whoever was making me even later better have a damn good reason.
slammed the front door shut, and screamed at the top of my lungs ‘I hate it here,
After getting dressed, I went downstairs and the wait began. I thought I was going to be
When the alarm goes off in the morning, my first thought is, fuck, this is way to early. Then I open my eyes; look at my alarm clock and wonder, if I hit the snooze button, would I get up after five more minutes. The answer to that is always no, I need to get up now, or the kids will be late to get to the bus. After fifteen to twenty seconds of debate in my own head, I lift my head off my pillow. I twist to the right and sit up at the same time. Then ...