Personal Narrative-American Football

I step up to the penalty kick mark and sense a drip of sweat travel down my face. This is my team's last shot, and if I do not make this we will lose. It is the biggest game of our careers, and somehow the outcome is all resting on me. I sense a pit in my stomach, like I am going to throw up, but I slowly make my way up to the line and take a deep breath in. You can do this. You've been preparing for this your whole life, I tell myself. I swing my leg back and with a force that I didn't know I had in me, I kick the ball. It flies through the air like an arrow being released from a bow, ready to kill. It lands in the upper left corner of the goal as the goalie dives the other way. I stand on the field, surveying everyone cheering, jumping, and

Unlike all other game days, this one is very special. We take on UC San Diego in hopes of securing a playoff spot. My emotions have been running all over the place, and no it’s not because I am a young adult trying to get through college. I have been playing soccer for 15 years already so it is safe to say that soccer is my life. All I do is constantly train to get better and improve as much as I can and today is my chance to showcase my talent at the highest level I’ve played at so far. It’s my second year at SFSU and my second year playing soccer here and with 20 games already recorded for me at the school, I should be coming into the game with a cool head but I am far from it.

There is four seconds left on the clock I'm sitting on the bench, adrenaline rushing through me as Germantown tries to do the impossible. We did not know how this game would go, but we didn't think it would go well, until we learned that their best player was missing. This was a good sign because the last game that we had played them they beat us by about 30, and their best player (Luke Hopp) scored 30 or more points against us. After we won the tip I ran down the court and gave us the early lead, then Germantown drives down the court and makes a three to take the lead.

Football has always been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember. As the youngest of four boys, I watched all three of my older brothers’ play from the side of the field. I never wanted to miss a single game. I would run right along with them, watching every move and play that they made. I will hold these memories for as long as I live. I always knew that I would be out there someday playing, but until then, I would settle for cheering them on. When the day finally came that it was my turn to get out there on that huge, open field and run my plays, I had a feeling that I had never experienced before. I felt a rush from my head to my toes, and all of a sudden, I was focused on nothing but playing the game. I was there for one thing and one thing only, to play my hardest for my team and make my brothers proud. To this day, when my feet hit the field, I still have that same awesome feeling. I finally understood why they would get excited, yelling and jumping around and now I could join in on those fun times with them. They have taught me so much about the game. If it weren’t for them, I definitely wouldn’t be the player that I am today. I could never tell them how much I

I had prepared for weeks on end for this day, every week trying to better myself for this day, hoping that when this day came the hard work would pay off. It was the day of my trials to get into the Scotland under fifteen squad that would go to Sweden to compete in one of Europe’s biggest basketball tournaments. I and a few others made the trip down to the Peak in Stirling to compete for a place in the squad. The whole journey down I was tense thinking about what would come from today, I prayed that I would make the cut.

The game had finally came we were all very excited and can’t wait for the match to start. “Dude I can’t for the game to start” I said. “I know right this is going to be an amazing match” said one of my teammates.After a while the game finally started. “ Good luck” we say to the other team and they reply back with good luck as well.We start off strong with the ball passing and keeping possession of the ball.The other team finally

"Fweeeet-woooo", the sound of the whistle letting us know the game is about to begin. A little apprehensive isn't the word that describes this moment. "Yanna your at mid", Coach Russuem says in the background distracting from my daze; my first game ever playing soccer and I'm in the starting 9. As I walk on the field I get this rush of fearful thoughts, "What if I miss the ball? what if I don't be aggressive enough? Am I ready? Should I sit this one out? Should I tell coach I'm sick? Should I.....", I notice I have this tremble as I walk and I start to tell my self I can do this! After encouraging myself and putting my head in the game I looked at the score board realizing we're in the lead 3-2. Now the second half is about to cease, thus for,

During the second half, it seemed as if the world was fighting against us. Almost none of our shots went in. Even the starters were beginning to lose hope. But I had seen what our team could do. I refused to believe we could lose a game this important. Sadly, as the game progressed, we only fell further behind from our goal. I quickly glanced up at the scoreboard, 13 to 26, with 3 minutes left, it read. The odds were slim no doubt, but the game is never over until it’s

By the last 10 minutes left in the second half of the game my coach called me to sub out a player. Over joyed I jumped up and did as he asked. After the 10 minutes the referee called the game and told the coaches he would be adding over time minutes since the game had still been at a tie 0-0. During the overtime I was again benched but I decided to look past my disappointment and cheer on my team. Still after the overtime the game remained a tie 0-0, which meant we would have to go into a shoot out. After a battle of nicely placed shots and amazing saves by the goalies the Makua Lani lions came out with the

When I left school that beautiful Spring day, I had no idea what was in store for me. After another long and boring day, I happily walked out the building and was searching for my dad’s car. He was parked on the edge of the street and told me to hop in the backseat. He looked at me and said that he has a surprise for me. I was extremely excited.

Imagine you are playing against the Diamondbacks, the football team that has been undefeated for two seasons. This is the match that will determine who makes it to the finals. As the fourth quarter is ending, the timer seems like it couldn’t go any faster. 10 seconds on the clock and the score reads 21 to 14. The adrenaline is rushing as the crowd is watching over you. Although you tried your very hardest, you completely zone out and the buzzer goes off. You stand back and watch the Diamondbacks all gleam and cheer in happiness, wishing you could say the same about your team. How do you feel? Pretty mortified and disappointed, right? Chances are, you probably feel like you have failed, and let your teammates down. As you're thinking

As the whole team stepped off the field, the heat hit us and revealed our pale, washed out faces. We all collapsed on the sideline and chugged water down our parched throats. We used every minute of our ten-minute break to devise a new line up to better our chances of winning this championship game. As the break drew to an end, the deafening whistle blew to begin the battle once again. The battle was just as bad if not worse than before; we had wanted this championship more than anything. The physical contact between players was almost unbearable; punches being thrown, hair being pulled, legs being swept out from underneath you. This was only the beginning to a gruesome second half. The second half wasn’t only hard on our bodies, but our team. My whole team was screaming to keep the ball on the opponents’ half, but failed most of the time. The ball traveled from their side of the field to ours. With the ball being controlled more on our half, we panicked out of fear. The three center players were now easily controlling the ball in the middle of our half of the field. Their

We were in our positions and the whistle went off. Our midfielders had the ball. They passed to the strikers. The strikers passed and dribbled up the field. They were like a well-oiled machine. They were in the eighteen-yard box….six yard box...go….Go…..GO….GOAL! We had scored! It was a tie game! Our good luck didn’t last for long. One of the orange players had the ball in our box and I slide-tackled the ball. It was a penalty kick from inside the box, about ten feet from the goal. The kid taking the kick was tall and muscular, he was a football player on the wrong field.. He stepped back, took a breath, and shot the ball. I saw our goalie make a spectacular save, diving towards the top-left corner of the goal and barely punching the ball outside the goal. We had dodged a bullet, but the gun wasn’t empty yet. Around five minutes away from overtime, practically all of the orange team were in our box, trying to score. Sadly, to stop a goal, one of our teams defenders had to use their hands to stop a goal, which was another penalty kick ten feet from the goal, plus a yellow card for our team’s defender. It was the same kid taking the kick. He stepped back, took another breath, and shot. I looked away and heard cheering. Then, I saw my team’s offense roaring as they ran back to the middle of the field. The ball was in our keeper’s hands, and he was smiling. He had blocked the shot! Still, the game wasn’t over; it was one all and the next goal would probably win. We had the ball in the last minute of the game, before it would go into overtime. I passed to one of our midfielders, he passed to a striker, the striker dribbled to the box and shot and...SCORED! We had won the game! With one minute to spare, we did it! We won the

It is a sunny Sunday morning. That was unusual for Britain. It is the second half and the warped wolves are down by one point. This is the national Championship tournament final. Zac Hayes comes to the home (start). Zac is the snake back and he is a tall lad. He tells the whole team what we’re going to do. I am charlie and I play back centre for the warped wolves. Zac and I have been best friends since primary. Everybody loves us and we are successful in school. Now back to the final. Zac tells us, “This game is the most important game of our lives and we need to show that, Next thing I know the 10 seconds is shouted then GO! Then even though we tried our best we still lost

Ten minutes of overtime and it’s still tied, sweat dripping, fans gripping. After an intense battle between Plaza middle schools unstoppable defense and Virginia Beach middle schools quick offense, they have played 70 minutes of soccer and it goes into penalty kicks. Everything was in slow motion as the first kick by Beach went in, then everyone was devastated when Plaza missed. The crowd was ready and on their feet for the second kick as Beach makes the goal while Plaza misses. Beach makes it and now the game is on the line, if Plaza misses it’s all over. The intensity is overwhelming, the pressure is on, and it goes in. Everyone on the sideline is going wild, but wait the referee is making him do it