Personal Narrative: My First Experience In American Football

We were down 5-2, first game of the season. There were 30 minutes left and Ethan was taking a corner kick against Reed City. I listened as our coach shouted to crash the net and Ethan howled to get open. I glanced around in an attempt to be aware of my surroundings, then I focused my attention back on Ethan. He stepped back, raised his hand, and let loose on the ball. The ball soared through the sky, heading straight for me, and that’s when it happened.
As we entered the gates to the field , I glanced around and noticed the field was relatively nice, so I figured it wouldn’t be too different from ours. As our team began to warm up, we noticed one of our 11 teammates was missing. Since it takes 11 players for a full team we were concerned. After the warmup, both teams lined up for the national anthem and to be announced. The crowd roared for both
Ethan and David were in the center circle with the ball. The referee blew his booming whistle again. David began the kickoff by passing the ball to Ethan. Our team rapidly advanced up the field, forcing a corner kick. As we set up for the kick I tasted the salty sweat trickling down my face and into my mouth. I heard Ethan shout to get open. He backed up and then ran forward and drilled the ball from the corner. I locked my focus on the ball; it was headed straight for me. I leaped into the air, as the rigid sphere made contact with my head. I jerked my head to the side and noticed the ball had missed the goal, but fortunately, Dawson was at the other end of the ball. He trapped the ball and sent it right back to me. From all around me I heard my teammates yell to shoot. I brought back my foot and launched the ball into the net.
It was the first game of the season, and I had just scored my first ever varsity goal. I came into the game, doubting my ability to contribute to the team, but my doubts faded as I knew could. I did something many graduated soccer players can’t say they have. I scored a