Personal Narrative Essay: The Barcelona Soccer Team
"France has lost the battle. But France has not lost the war."- Charles de Gaulle. That is a quote I go by as I stand here at the Soccer Academy. I have a memory that really has affected me. That one really embarrassing moment. I have lost my soccer game eleven to four. Those numbers affect the way I play now even though it was about a month ago.
BEEP BEEP BEEP. It was nine in the morning. The Sunday after the Saturday. I did my usual every morning before a game. I would take a shower, brush my teeth, and put on my uniform. My uniform is the Barcelona soccer team. With my long navy socks and my soccer shoes. By that time it's already ten in the morning. My parents were at a seminar, so my dad's friend took me and my two brothers to the game.
As I was in the truck with three other of my teammates, I was terrified and nervous. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was overwhelmed. When I heard that we only had eight players exactly, my heart dropped. This is because the exact amount of players that could be on the field is eight I was also sweating. I literally felt like giving up and not even play. My brother, Alvaro, and Gilberto were in the truck as well. They were all nervous as well, but they didn't give up. As I gazed out the window, I saw the sign "Fitzgerald Fields." …show more content…
It was a really hot day. The scorching sun in the sky made it almost impossible to play. When we all got out the truck, we went to the field that we were supposed to play on. There was a game on the field. This meant that we got here early. Of course, most people would use that extra time to warm up. But for me, it was completely different. I sat on the bleachers. I was thinking deeply on my moves in order to bypass the defense. BEEP!!!!! The referee has blown the whistle to end the current game. The whistle snapped me out of what I was thinking. It was our turn to
BEEP BEEP BEEP. It was nine in the morning. The Sunday after the Saturday. I did my usual every morning before a game. I would take a shower, brush my teeth, and put on my uniform. My uniform is the Barcelona soccer team. With my long navy socks and my soccer shoes. By that time it's already ten in the morning. My parents were at a seminar, so my dad's friend took me and my two brothers to the game.
As I was in the truck with three other of my teammates, I was terrified and nervous. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was overwhelmed. When I heard that we only had eight players exactly, my heart dropped. This is because the exact amount of players that could be on the field is eight I was also sweating. I literally felt like giving up and not even play. My brother, Alvaro, and Gilberto were in the truck as well. They were all nervous as well, but they didn't give up. As I gazed out the window, I saw the sign "Fitzgerald Fields." …show more content…
It was a really hot day. The scorching sun in the sky made it almost impossible to play. When we all got out the truck, we went to the field that we were supposed to play on. There was a game on the field. This meant that we got here early. Of course, most people would use that extra time to warm up. But for me, it was completely different. I sat on the bleachers. I was thinking deeply on my moves in order to bypass the defense. BEEP!!!!! The referee has blown the whistle to end the current game. The whistle snapped me out of what I was thinking. It was our turn to