Football Narrative Speech

We threw the ball off and they ran it for eight yards. The play wasn’t the best for them because once Tony got the ball, I hit him and he fell to the ground with a thud!

IT’s fourth and goal it is Super Bowl 49 they were on our own goal line the knees of the offensive line,and offensive line were shaking,as I feel the sweat running down my hands warming up .The ball is snapped I see their best receiver anquan boldin sprint to the middle of the end zone I sprint to him leaving an man wide open. Russell Wilson reaches back and fires I reach out and snatch it almost dropping it I fall to the ground rolling in excitement my team picking me up.As you can see I am talking about a sport hear and this particular sport is football the sport that fills the night air with emotions on Sunday,Monday,and Thursday dreams our bound to happen.People today that want to be in the spot they were in is out there everyday ,staying after practice knowing that it is almost impossible to make it,knowing that it is a brutal game deciding their career,and not being liked by everyone.

It was a cool Sunday afternoon at Candlestick Park. The San Francisco 49ers faced 3rd down and 3 yards to go on the Cowboys 6 yard line. The play was called “Red Right Tight -- Sprint Right Option”. Rookie quarterback Joe Montana was under center ready to start the play with 56 seconds left in the game. The pass was intended for Fred Solomon but was fully covered by the Cowboy’s defense. Being chased by legendary linemen, Montana back-pedaled toward the sideline, and it was almost certain that he would either go out of bounds or he would get sacked. By a miracle, Montana pump faked and threw the ball to the back of the end zone; where Clark was reaching at full extension to make the catch. This play would go down in history known as “The

“Let’s do a nickel back blitz and the man to man coverage for the rest of practice,” The coach ordered.

My dad was eager to teach my brother and I football, and eventually we accepted our fate of learning the complex game. Eventually I was able to identify the running backs, linebackers, and lineman in a “dogpile.” My dad taught us how to analyze the game as if we were the coaches on the sideline calling the plays and pointing out penalties before the referees could throw out their yellow flags that represent an infraction by a player. More importantly, to my dad,

“It was going to be big,” Pederson said of the play after the game. “Great job by them tipping the ball. It was an opportunity. In blitz situations, screen passes are pretty good. We had one dialed up and we just failed to

“Okay, now that we’re lined up,” said the coach,”we can start the tryouts. I want you to run to the left side at the 50-yard mark and stay in the corner, and catch the ball with a one-handed catch.”

It rolled out of bounds for a corned. They set up for the corner. The ball went

We decided to pass the ball around to help kill time. I saw many familiar faces many of the girls I grew up playing with on rec leagues were going to tryout. At exactly 5:30 sharp the tryouts commenced. We started with a simple 3 lap jog or so it sounded. At the pace the older girls were taking those three laps they might as well have called it a three lap sprint. After the worst three laps of my life I was drenched in sweat and breathing as heavily as a dog after it chases a squirrel. After we got past the sprinting and stamina part I began to show what I could really do. I tried my hardest on every drill that they had us do so I could ensure myself a spot on the team. After that there was still one day of tryouts that would be the following day. The next day we did mostly the same stuff we had done the day before but you could feel that everyone was trying their best to impress the coaches that were judging us. As the tryouts came to a close I hoped that had done just enough to catch the eye of one of the judges. After the second day of tryouts the coordinators told us that know who did and didn't make the

This drill included a running back who carried the ball and a defensive player who had to make an open field tackle on them, the way it worked is that the running back would receive a handoff from the quarterback and have to try to get past the defensive player without getting tackled. Waiting down the field until the running back passed the line of scrimmage to tackle them, the defensive player had the opposite objective. On my first attempt at the drill I slowly walked up to the line of scrimmage and put my hand down onto the dry hard field that we called “The rock”. Trembling in fear my body stood still, waiting. When I heard the quarterback yell “HIKE” I was a little slow to start, but I received the handoff and made my way down the field. When I was running I could hear my teammates cheering for both me and the defensive player that would be trying to tackle me. In my attempt to juke him, he tackled me hard; the hit did not hurt though. After a couple more tries at the drill I started to do better and I lost all nerves that I went into the drill with. Now I was feeling more like I belonged and less nervous in exception to some important games.

I tried to not get in the way as much as I could and I did a fair job of that. When halftime rolled around, the team and coaches went to the locker room, except the punter. The punter stayed on the field and was practicing his punting. I was asked by one of the coaches to go out with the punter and to go catch his punts. That is what I did at halftime. Then when halftime was over, I just went back to the sidelines to watch the rest of the game.

It was first down and they were on the 40 yard line there running back was a 140 pound beast, and in 7th grade.They hiked the ball handed it off to the running back no one could stop him, Touchdowns ,They kicked it off i got it then ran it to about the 50 yard line then got tackled Next my brother says “Hike” everyone goes out for a pass he throws it up and it was intercepted.

The problem with my ability to stay outside ended up costing me the starting job for the first few games of the season. I still got to play only racking up maybe a couple gang tackles but still struggling to protect the outside. I remember one thing that was particularly demoralizing, in the 2nd game it was 4th down inside the 10 and a receiver ran right over the top of me I jump to swat the ball and I miss. The oppositions sideline roars as they take a 6 point lead. I didn’t even look behind me, I walk to the line to play the 2 point conversion. They threw at me again I swatted the ball down and went to the sideline sad that I let the td over my head. The offense ended up winning the game for us all, I stood in absolute

I received the handoff I bounce the play to the outside, I’m sprinting down the sideline and

I chose this quote; considering, I play basketball as well as Football, I always like to believe that my team can win the game no matter