My Last Soccer Game

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Passes were flying, brisk and beautifully, to their intended targets. The kicks, arched with perfection, barely kissed the ground before their departure was rocketed off in direction of the stark white goal posts. As I gazed around the field, I gathered this sense of calm from my team mates. The scoreboard counted down towards start of the game as the breeze whispered to me a silent farewell. But the breeze wasn't my concern at this point; we were about to play Richland center and I had a good feeling that today was going to be one to remember.

Coach called everyone over to the gleaming metal benches located on the Richland center Track that surrounds the football field. In this instance however, it also doubled as the soccer
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Richland center raced towards our goal at lightning pace down the left sideline. This is when instinct kicked in, and I assumed center stage along with the streaking orange RC player.

The world in my eyes had changed. Nothing mattered more to me at this moment then shutting down that player. I had done this over a hundred times. I was on them in a flash, but that split second was all it took. I felt a pop. The ball was out of bounds and I was on the ground. But why was I on the ground? This had never happened before. The Richland center player capitalized on my lapse in concentration and restarted the play before I could think any longer on the matter. And that's when I knew something was wrong. Everything sort of stopped; all noise became absolutely pin drop silent. I couldn't even feel the sting of the cold breeze. The only thing that mattered was stopping them from scoring. We had worked to hard for me to give up. I kicked the ball out of bounds once again. The world was sort of coming back at this point. And all I could hear was people yelling at me to sit down. Why would I want to sit down? They were going to score; I couldn't let them do that. The team shouldn't be asking me to do anything of the sort. That's when I noticed I was limping. Why was I limping? I only fell for a few seconds. But there was that question again, Why did I fall? I didn't have long to

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