Creative Writing: The Game Of Football

"It's what I can do with my arm. It's not about pain. It's about strength, it's about mobility, it's about functionality," he said. "Can I make the throws that I'm required to make within this offense for us to be successful? If I am, I play. If not, then Luke plays."

We get off to a rough start in the third quarter and give Germantown an undeserved 6 point lead. We then come back to take the lead, but Germantown makes a three to quickly destroy our hopes of getting another lead, but Tyler still makes a three and ties the game up which encourages me and the rest of my team. After that the buzzer sounds and ends the third quarter. When the fourth quarter we come out knowing that this is our game for the taking, and so we get of to a great start and take a 4 point lead. Germantown quickly evens the score out, but again we take the

21 to 21 with 1:01 left on the clock. I went from glancing at the clock to returning my attention to the huddle. Looking around the huddle I saw all of my teammates that I admired most. Cole Garrett, Alex Koplin, Connor Collins, Nathan Puckett. All of their faces seemed tired, soaked in

“Did you win?” Travis kept walking buckled his seatbelt and waited for his mother to start to the car. This in fact signaled he did win. He rode in silence with the occasional sigh. He wasn’t the kid to get flagged for over celebration, but in a way he would in his mind. His inner confidence was enough, he didn’t need to display his arrogance in those ways. However it showed in other ways, such as him never attending practices, not listening to the coaches and just the mindset that he has been perfect, unstoppable, nobody had the skill nor talent. One of his pet peeves was when the coach has the nerve to even believe for a second that he could be beat. It just annoyed him, just because he did not go to practices. He usually slept after a match for school the next day. Instead since he felt some

“ Heck no, you play with what you’ve got. If he wasn’t here yesterday, he’s not playing us, ” roared Coach Stanley.

“What is the point of having me play defense if I’m practically playing another left mid,” I thought, “Like that doesn’t even make sense. Whatever!”

About thirty minutes in to our game my team was down 2 – 0. Andrew being the soccer player that he is didn’t like the feeling of being behind. “Give me the ball. Let’s go” said Andrew as he started to push the ball down the middle of the field. Andrew is a very technical soccer player. He liked to focus on his footwork and in some way try to intimidate his opponent just by kind of showing off. So as Andrew makes his way passed mid-field I could see an open space in the defense. I could not decide if I wanted to fill in the gap and maybe score or play it safe and let Andrew do all of the dirty work inside of the box. Of course I didn’t want to just sit back and let my teammate do all of the work so I dashed into the box. I was standing in the box about as wide open as the Great Plains. After Andrew finally realized that I was open he gave me one of the most perfect through passes I had ever seen. As soon as the ball came my way I could see the defense start to collapse in on me. In my head I just thought that I could pull off some fancy trick and blow right past these suckers, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. I rolled my foot over the ball and as soon as my foot touched the ground my ankle just gave in. All I heard was a loud popping noise as I fell to the ground. I grabbed my ankle as I was feeling the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life. My fiends all walked over to help me get

When I got close to the net I was tripped by the opposition and I fell, I was still close enough to be able to jam the puck into the net. I started celebrating since that would basically mean that we won the game, however, the ref blew his whistle after I had scored. His call was that it was a penalty for tripping and the goal or the penalty shot was not going to be rewarded. Right then and there I lost it and quarreled with the ref. He penitalized me for unsportsmanship and I was put in the slammer. That cost our team and we were beaten with only 20 seconds left. This left me mad, therefore after the game, I decided confronted the ref aggressively and was told to leave before I was suspended. As I was leaving I slammed my stick against the boards and tried to drag it into the bench entrance but I turned my stick horizontally making a closeline and falling. I felt like the opposition saw and made a joke out of it. Somehow when I was coming out of the dressing room I did the same. I was depressed but I learned that I need to control my temper or else it will cause me trouble. The worst part was not realizing that It was all my fault and I cost the

The game was in the clutches of our hands with the finish line in sight, but sadly we feel short. It was one of the biggest games of my sophomore year of high school hockey. It was the first round of playoffs against my team’s high school rival Plymouth high school. This game was extra special because of the fact that my school Salem and the rival school Plymouth are tightly compacted on one campus. Not only would this game decide which would move on in playoffs but also it decide who was the best team at the “Park”, the campus on which the schools are on.

It was the last game of the season, a televised football competition vs Murphy high school, a big rivalry game that Vigor was projected to lose. Going into the game I never knew how much this game would change my life. Down 28-27 in the fourth quarter with three minutes and eight seconds left on the game clock, my teammates and coaches leaned on me to close out the game to help ensure a victory.

The game was going quick and the score was 4 to 5, but now we were winning. We had to keep them from scoring, but our defender wasn’t going after the ball. She depended on the goalie to get it, but the ball soared over her head and went into the goal. The score was now tied 5 to 5, and under five minutes left to play. We had to score.

We are coming toward the end of the season prepared to defeat Martin. Before the soccer game had started they were playing loud music to get us pump up to clear our minds for the game while the other team getting prepared for a competitive battle. As I looked around, I could see my teammates focus, serious, and talking to each other to get used to it when we head on the file. Seeing the size of the opposing team made me thinking to myself that they were going to smash me in little pieces. Even though, both of my coaches had the most confident look on their face as the players took the field. This excitement night we all was eager for this team arrive.

I can already see us running and screaming on the field tackling our goalie in our heavy clunky gear. We all are so excited that we won. But wait i say to myself the game's not over get back in it. Now Simi has the ball but were winning by one. Then, I hear it the ref shouts in a loud energetic voice “2 minutes.”

“ Come on! Come on!” The parents from the other team screamed. I got really nervous, I knew my team was ready, they just had to push their limits. Everyone looked so tired on my team, and some on the other. But the one girl with the ball did not slow down. I remember the last game we tied with them. The same girl that was coming at me now was the girl who shot the last goal. She always shot in the right corner, but she kept switching it when she scored that last goal. It happened the last 30 seconds of that game, and when she shot it last game, I knew I couldn't let that happen again.

-Kid tells him to find who is good on his team and who’s not. Teaching Barton how to manage on his first