Personal Narrative: An Important Game Of Soccer

It's the day of the of one of my soccer games, it is not an important game, but I would still like to win. First I have to survive school, but since I have something to look forward to the day goes by pretty fast. Before I know it the day's over and i'm on the bus ride home I arrive at my house and I prepare for my game. I put all my gear on and I eat a sandwich before the game so i’m not starving during my game, it was pretty good. Then I hop in the car and head to the game with my family. When I arrive, we warm up by shooting goals and practicing dribbling. The other team gets here they look decent but I bet we can beat them. Then the referee's call us over to check us in, they have to make sure we don't have toe cleats and have shin guards. Then we hear the coach call
When I get the ball I take it up field I shoot and that's when I score my 10th goal of the game. I stop trying to score and give my teammates a chance to score. I pass the ball to Daniel and he puts it in the goal. I don't need to score because an assist is almost as good as a goal and I already have ten. Then My coach moves me to defend. I hate defender, but it's the coaches choice. That doesn't stop me, I get one more goal as a defender! Then I go back to a defender's job and stop them from scoring. That's when I hear it the refs whistle blowing the game ends, we win. We jog off the field celebrating because of a massive victory. We high-five the other team then we go by our coach. Our coach tells us we did great and everybody agrees and that 21 to 0 is the highest score we’ve ever seen. I'm happy because I had 11 goals and around 5 assist. We head home with a win on our record. Turns out that team wasn't as tough as I thought they would be. We tried our best and succeeded. When I get back to my parent, I tell them “ I was definitely the MVP”! My mother agrees and says “Lets go get some ice cream”. Then my father says “ I did