Personal Essay: The Big Game

It only took us twenty minutes to be up 2-0 against a team, our main rivals Clements, we had not beaten them for twenty years and who were also former state champions. It was the best feeling ever, seeing the confusion in their faces from being down to us. All the work we had put in that year was finally translated into the field, where it truly matters. Toe to toe with a team they said we had no chance against, I beg to differ. All was going well, until early in the second half they had scored a goal. I could sense the timorous feeling beginning to rise within my teammates, but I never doubted them and knew we still had a

Soccer always been a great part of my life. I play it since, I was three years old. My greatest moment was the final game of the district tournament. It was the first time for me and my teammates to make it that far. I had to act like I got it all under control since I was the captain of the team but I was shaking until the game started. The game went by fast, it was the minute 89 and it was a draw one to ne after my friend’s header goal from the corner kick. We had two minutes before we go to extra time and everyone in the field already so exhausted. The other team had the ball, and I was at the center back, I ran and cut the ball from the other team, I began running as fast as I can. I was not sure either to pass it or keep

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We were all set up on the field ready for the game, I remember closing my eyes forabout a minute before the game started, that minute felt like 10 years, I froze and thought aboutmyself when I was 3 years old and how I first fell in love with the game and how my ultimatedream was to become pro, I remember the hours of pain and suffering I put myself through tobecome the player I was today, I remembered waking up at 4 a.m. on school mornings to go forruns so that I could run longer in games,I remember skipping parties and hanging with friendsso that I could train, I remembered everything, but one thing truly hit me was how much soccerwas there for me growing up my parents argued a lot and when I was feeling sad and lonely Iwould go train at the fields and it would hell my sorrow. Growing up in a household when yourparents are constantly fighting is difficult, but soccer was my out lit it was my therapist. Duringthe time of their divorce I felt like I had no one but soccer so I decided I need to give back to thegame. Soccer did so much for me, so I wanted to prove to it that it wasn't a waste of time andthat I would make something out of the game. I opened my eyes and didn't feel human anymore Ididn't feel in control of my own body the sport had taken over me for the better. I remembermoments when I was running and it didn't even feel like my feet were touching the floor

We were playing Mountain Valley, a team we lost to earlier in the year by a score of 1-0. My soccer team did not lose very often. We lost once in the regular season in all of my high school career. So my team and I wanted revenge. We wanted this game more than anything. They had 4 foreign exchange players on their team and we knew how good they were. We knew it wouldn't be easy to win but we knew that it was possible. We had no right in winning the game. We got dominated in every aspect of it. They probably outshot us 100-1 or at least thats what it felt like. We ended up tied at 0 after 80 minutes of regulation and 10 minutes of overtime. We ended up gong into penalty kicks. We eventually won the game but it wasn't until the 20th kick that we won. It was one of the best feelings.

Everything felt slow with just 45 more minutes until the game no one was ready yet. Everyone was moving around, no one could sit still. This was the first time that everyone has been in this kind of position. My coach came in and asked for the captains. Our captain looked around and picked me to go with him. With chills going down my neck I slowing walked out with him. On the field I can see so many lights shining, the ice cold air. Walking to the middle of the field my captain asked me to call the toss. I told him no but he told me he was too nervous to do it. Slowly walking towards the middle of the field we saw the other team’s captains. They were huge way bigger than me. The first strategy of football is to send your biggest guys to scare the other team. Well they did it to perfection to six foot guys that looks

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.

We were going against Lexington high school. While we walked onto the field examined the other team. I had a lot of confidence in myself and tried to hype up my team and gave my team an inspiring speech when we all came together to form a circle. Next we all walked onto the field into our positions, i was starting. I was the left forward position. Forwards in soccer are the most difficult position on the field because that was the position where your suppose to score most of the points and control the offense. I was always a forward because coach said i had a lot of speed, agility, and good footwork. At this time the game had started, we had the ball first i passed it to the other forward on our team. His name was Jimmy, he was the most aggressive forward on our team. He was a great forward. At this time it was near the end of the game. The score was 3-6 we were losing terribly. Everybody on our team was tired and bummed out and lost hope. We were all tired of losing all the time. I saw the emptiness in everyone's eyes. I felt sad as well. While i was running on the field i heard our goalkeeper named Matias yell out “GRAYSON”!!. I turned around fast and forgot everything else. I saw Matias lob the ball down the other side of the field to where i was running. My eyes were all on that ball, i saw it flying in the air then falling towards me while i ran as fast as i could to catch up to it. A voice in my head just kept saying, “ just go for it!”. So i waited at the right moment to where the ball was perfectly positioned to where i was able to header the ball into the goal. Finally it was that time, i lunged into the air as high as i could, as soon as i tried to header the ball into the goal in mid air. One of the players on the opponent's team came out of nowhere!! He was so fast, i don't know where he came from. While i was still in the air he had jumped towards me to get the ball as well. At this time he had

“If you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.” No one could have said it better than J.R.R. Tolkien. Often, I get “swept off” to a place called my bedroom where I read too many books too many times. I read stories of adventure in hopes that one day a wizard in a gray hat will show up at my home and tell me I am needed for the company burglar. Or maybe I find a droid. Maybe this droid contains an important message that must be delivered to someone so I have to take him to that someone. I do realize life is not an action-packed adventure like those books portray. However, life is an adventure in itself, just not one filled with mythical creatures and people. When I read, I lose track of time

Then time was up the whistle rang and everyone switched out. Our lineup was pretty good we had good players on our team such as Eddie, Tony, Helen, Carlos and a few others since they had been playing for a few years now. After a few passes a player on the other team had fallen down and that team had gotten a penalty kick and Tony blocked it and played it in. Defense had taken the ball and then took it down the field and we had scored the goal. The score was 5-1 we were winning, but we couldn’t start getting

The rain was coming down hard stadium lights relflecting off the soaking muddy grass. The bleachers were packed with roaring fans you could feel the ground rumbling from the band playing.The fans waving flags and holding up homemade sighns. It was the championship my team and I had been practicing for this moment for so long. The helmets coliding as we reached in and said a quick prayer for good luck.

When it comes to religion I have always felt like an outsider looking in. I grew up as a ‘relaxed Catholic’, going to religion classes, getting my Reconciliation, my Communion, and my Confirmation, but all the while I had my doubts about the things being told to me. People would tell me that I have to believe that in order to save yourself, I must believe explicitly that God existed and that he rewards the good and punishes the wicked. The idea that the whole world was created and that I must believe in this perplex idea of a poor man who walked on water, cured blindness, rose from the dead, and was for some reason white even though he was born in Bethlehem (which is in modern day Palestine) was something that caused me to push away from religion totally.

There is no doubt that there are many different morals found in cross country runners, but the two morals that I learned about and developed during my time in cross country is work ethic and leadership. There was no end to the lessons I learned and the progress I made in four years of cross country. Those are the lessons that stick with me and will continue to shape me as I go through life.

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