Personal Narrative-It's Time To Win The Big Game
“Three minutes left!,” my coach yelled in a panic. It was the big game, we have been here all day fighting and dominating through our sweat and exhaustion for our chance at the championship game. The joy and excitement that took over my body from hearing that we made it to the championship game made me shiver. My team and I gave everything we had on the field to get here but now it was time to test our limits and fight for the championship title.
The game was like a ping pong match, no one could keep possession of the ball long enough to get anywhere near the goal. Eventually, the opposing team was the first to get the ball in the back of the net but that didn’t discourage us, in fact it amped us up which is what we needed. We then made an amazing passing sequence and made it into their eighteen. The ball was at my feet but it wasn't clear for …show more content…
The opposing team started the half with the ball but we quickly got possession. We were not playing around. The rules to over time is that whoever scores first wins the game. As we were moving up the field with the ball I could feel it coming, I knew that this was going to be an opportunity to score. My teammate worked the ball up the field into the corner and was looking for someone to cross the ball to. I wanted the game winning goal so badly. This would be something that I could brag about for the rest of my life. She takes the kick to cross the ball and it’s coming right towards me. I lunge into my kick giving it everything I had left in me. The sweat and overworked feeling would all be worth it in this moment, but it wasn’t. I kicked it right to the goalie. Out of complete shock from my ultimate fail everyone on my team froze and the other team was able to get possession and take the ball to the other end of the field. Unlike me their forward was able to score. That should have been
The game was like a ping pong match, no one could keep possession of the ball long enough to get anywhere near the goal. Eventually, the opposing team was the first to get the ball in the back of the net but that didn’t discourage us, in fact it amped us up which is what we needed. We then made an amazing passing sequence and made it into their eighteen. The ball was at my feet but it wasn't clear for …show more content…
The opposing team started the half with the ball but we quickly got possession. We were not playing around. The rules to over time is that whoever scores first wins the game. As we were moving up the field with the ball I could feel it coming, I knew that this was going to be an opportunity to score. My teammate worked the ball up the field into the corner and was looking for someone to cross the ball to. I wanted the game winning goal so badly. This would be something that I could brag about for the rest of my life. She takes the kick to cross the ball and it’s coming right towards me. I lunge into my kick giving it everything I had left in me. The sweat and overworked feeling would all be worth it in this moment, but it wasn’t. I kicked it right to the goalie. Out of complete shock from my ultimate fail everyone on my team froze and the other team was able to get possession and take the ball to the other end of the field. Unlike me their forward was able to score. That should have been