Personal Narrative-Championship Game

“Deep, hands, out to the wing!” My voice pierced through the sounds of the game, into the ears of my teammates. I picked the ball up and it left my hands immediately, spiraling through the air as fast as a bullet into the hands of my teammate. I followed the ball anticipating my next play. Forty-five meters away from the goal line, we were so close yet so far. My team’s wing was tackled and I called for a ruck to be

Pulling in the gravel parking lot, I can already see spectators set up around the fields. As we walk towards our team, I see girls ripping through their bags to find a lost shin guard sleeve or asking a teammate for an extra hair elastic. After arranging my bag underneath me to save my shorts from the damp dew clinging to the grass, I start getting ready. I jump up for warm-up exercises, my sleepy eyes clearing. Once the referee signals the end of warm-ups, our team huddles together for the pregame speech. Positions are delegated, the starting eleven step onto the field, and the whistle blows.

On February 28, 2005, I experienced one of the most exciting events that anyone could ever experience – winning a State Championship. The day my soccer team made history is a day I’ll never forget. However it is not just that day we won the title, but the whole experience of the preceding season that got us there. From start to finish, my team’s 2004-2005 season taught me that the platitude is true. You can do anything you set your mind to.

“Come on guys,” I yelled. I heard the screech of the referee’s whistle. Rushing to the bench, I heard the referee call out “Timeout, Heat.” Everything was on the line and our team’s championship hopes, being foremost on our team’s minds, was all coach could scream about. “I’m not going to tell you how to play basketball,” he yelled out. “That’s your job. I’m just going to say that right now, to us, this is a championship game. If we win this, we move on to the championship. If not, at least let us fall valiantly.” That got the whole team riled up as we rushed back onto the court. The crowd, encouraging as always, yelled out their approval on the fact that we were giving it our all. With just sixteen seconds left in the game and our team down by four, something special had to happen or we were done for the season.

In November of 2014, my team and I made it past the first round of the LHSAA Division AAAA playoffs after defatting the number twenty-eight seed, Belle Chase High School. After finishing a very good regular season with a record of 10-2, we went into the playoffs surprising everyone as the number four seed. After the winning the first round in style, we found ourselves matched up with defending state champs from the season before. On this defending state champ team, they possessed some of the top defensive backs in the state of Louisiana. In this nail biter of game, my team and I would face adversity, nervousness, and discipline. We got on the rented charter bus, and began our trip down to the heart of New Orleans to play the East Jefferson Warriors in what would be a very exciting high school football game full of hard hits and upsets.

I ran back to the ball with all of my might pick up the ball with 10 sec left...10...9...8...7...6...5...4... I shot the ball! 3...2...SCORE!

We kicked the ball off. They picked the ball up and started to run. Bam, Denny hit him, hard. We were on defense now. They kept passing it and ended up scoring a touchdown. They went for the extra point but missed. We were down 6 to 0. They kicked the ball off and Misa ran it back to the 40 yard line. The offense was out on the field. The offense did a couple of plays and didn’t get any where. Than we did a reverse and Gavan ran all the way for a touchdown. We went for the extra point and we missed it. It was now 6 to 6. We kicked the ball off and they ran to about the 30 yard line. The refs blowed their whistles to tell us it was halftime.

As all my teammates ran up to congratulate me on my 55 yard touchdown I realized that we were still in this game. As I stood in the end zone, I finally started to realized what I had just done. I had finally proven myself to everyone including my teammates and my coach. Perhaps most importantly of all, however, I had proven to myself that I had what it took to play on the varsity level. It was something I had yet to prove before that game and is something that I will never

All of the hard work culminated in our last game of the season, the division title was on the line. With fifty-six seconds left in the game, we earned a corner kick. A perfect ball spiraled toward the six-yard box. Time slowed to a crawl as I felt my body leap into the air. Reaction, muscle memory and instinct took over. My teammates erupted when the ball whizzed off my head and landed in the back of the net. The clock buzzed seconds later and we all ran together to celebrate our win. I was elated we had won the game, but more importantly, I felt satisfied, and not just because of the goal.

The sound of the players was very serious. Everyone talking to each other like we were some wild animals on the filed. The game got really tense as our two forward pass to each other going down to the opposing side. I started sprinting down to help my teammates. One of our forward had the ball and she seen me and pass the ball to me and I grasp the ball heading to the goal while the opposing team were defensing me. As I kicked the ball into the top corner of the net everyone was standing and shouting for joy. They wouldn't never expect that I will ever score on this brilliant team they

At our halftime talk, our coach told us not to get to excite now or we might lose the game. I went to the bench and got a drink of my water. The second half started with a goal by us. We were running up the field and then bang, the shot was a rocket from outside the 18-yard box

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the whistle blew. This indicated that the game had begun. We had ninety minutes to show everyone, including ourselves, why we were the better team. As the game progressed, it became apparent that I was struggling in my position. I had let two goals go in, that on any

All of us were extremely excited because of our first college game. Most of us consider it as one of the most important game in our young soccer career and we just had to win. We had been waiting on this moment over a month now and it was finally here, which we spent rigorous training session knowing that we would be facing different challenges every second of the game. This game was the real test of our team’s togetherness and quality to see if we have what it takes in becoming professional soccer players one day.

We got the two-point conversion right after our touchdown, improving our moods even more. We were now at a tie, 8-8 and I was back in the game. On 4th Down, when it was UCLA’s ball, they tried to do one of their runs again, but this time, I was ready. I sprinted like a cheetah, and then I tore the flag off of him, which resulted in LSU’s ball. Maybe it could make up for the first play, I thought. Just as easily as before, our team scored the touchdown. Once again, I went to the sidelines. My teammate high-fived me as we passed by each other.

“That’s the start of the game,” Mom said, after the shrill sound of the whistle filled the air. “Let’s GO,” Our team yelled. Giving me a bit of confidence, I moved to my position. The whistle blew. Racing towards the goal the swift dribbling was perfect. She kicked.