Personal Narrative: The Football Game

Its “Hockey time” as the players get ready to hit the ice -the suspense builds. Once the players hit the ice the crowd yells “Let’s go belleville!” As the referee drops the puck and it hits the ice the action begins. You see the other team trying to pressure the puck your way. Then number 87 Tyler Connolly steals the puck and takes it down towards the opposing team to where he passes it to number 11 Dylan Connolly passes it back to the middle for number 87 Tyler Connolly to slap the shot it into the goal. It’s now 5 to 5 they just need two more points to go to victory, as the puck hits the ground the crowd goes wild, when the opposing team takes the puck and heads down the ice towards the goal where number 52 Evan Johnson is waiting to save the puck from going in. As number 32 from the opposing team comes in hard,

September 27 is a day that I will always remember, no matter how old I get. McClain was competing against Miami Trace in a SCOL boy’s soccer match. It is always a close game when Greenfield plays Trace, but this year it was different than the previous few. The two teams were so evenly matched, even more so than than in the past. There were twenty minutes remaining in the second half and the Panthers were winning 1-0, but the game was even more highly

From the start until halftime the game was going very well, but after halftime it started going downhill. With five minutes left Billy's team was up by only 4 points, they knew it would be a close one. The team started to rally and they held Billy’s team scored 6 points. The coach, with 5 seconds left in the game, exclaimed, ¨TIMEOUT!¨ The team gathered on the sidelines heads down and gathered around coach. The coach told one of the other players, Samuel, to take the shot if the situation needed it. But Samuel knew that it was a chance for Billy to get redemption. So he went up to Billy saying, “This is your shot to prove the coach wrong. I want you to take it.” When Billy’s team got the ball with 4 seconds left, you could feel the intensity in the air. Down by 2 points the ball was passed into Billy. Coach was absolutely furious, considering Samuel was the one supposed to take the shot. He was yelling so loud he was like a lion. Billy got the ball and dribbled it down court. “3,2,1!” the fans yelled. With a second left Billy took the shot at half court. It flung out of his hands and flew through the air. The buzzer rang, but the ball was still in the air. Foot by foot it got closer to the basket. Then the ball hit the backboard and banked in the hoop. The crowd went crazy! The whole team went out and dog piled on Billy...even the

The state tournament was next week it was the biggest tournament of the year. They had practice every day for two hours up till the tournament. Their first game was on Thursday at 12 pm so they had to get out of school early for it. They played a really good team from the south called the kings. It was going to be a fight if they wanted to win this one. Thursday had came and the team was ready for the game. The Hawks scored just 30 seconds into the game. Frank cheered from the bench. The Kings answered right back making it 1-1 after the first period. There coach came into their locker room furious and said the team could do better. The second under way and the Kings lead 2-1. The Hawks take a time out and answer back making it 2-2. Frank still has not played but he encourages his teammates on the bench. There were five minutes left in the third period and it is all tied up 3-3. The clock was winding down and one of Frank's teammate Cody scores with just a minute left making it 4-3. The hawks win and advance to the semifinals tomorrow against the

The other team, the Cougars, scored the first touchdown plus a field goal. We all were deflated, but in the second quarter our spirits were lifted when we scored our second touchdown of the game. It was 14-10 at half. Now, it was third quarter, and we were on the 14 yard line. It was second down. “Set 42… settttttt… HUTT!” shouted Mitch. I took off. I was supposed to do a slant, but instead I sprinted straight forward. I knew the guy guarding me was not as fast as I was; most people weren’t. So I told Mitch to pass to me no matter what, and he didn’t argue. Before I knew it, I was in the endzone. Finally, I did my slant. I cut across the endzone, while watching Mitch. He saw that I was open. Then the ball was in the air, spiraling towards me. I caught it. Now we were up 21-10. We were on our way to clutching the championship

Now it was time to play, the team was ready to go, they were on defense first. J.T. was playing linebacker and the first play of the game he got a tackle. The second play they ran away from him, they ran a sweep which ended up being a 45 yard touchdown. The opposing Tigers failed to convert on their extra point so it was 6-0. Now it was time for J.T.’s team to play offense, where J.T. played running back. The first offensive play J.T. ran the ball up the middle and was stuffed for a loss of two yards. The second play of the game he got the ball again and was running through the line when his leg got stuck in the mud, a player from the other team came in and took the same leg that was stuck out. J.T. thought he was okay so he tried to stand up but then a loud scream came from the field and he fell. The whole stadium went quiet wondering what had happened to him. For one long hour J.T. layed in misery in the middle of the field waiting for an ambulance. Once he was carted off the field into the ambulance the crowd clapped

Our head coach, Jeff Wood, signaled the whistle 3 times, meaning we were done. Everyone cheered and high fived. As we were transferring ourselves to rack the weights, Coach Don plants himself in the middle of the weight room and screams, “Time to do it again!”

The score was now 56-54, and the Spartans had lost their edge. Greg had gone into the game due to the injury of Johnny, and was having trouble finding his game. He missed some easy shots and turned the ball over three times. He felt so much pressure to help his team. The Spartans were now down 56-61, with 1 minute to go in the game. The game was intense and the crowd was going nuts. Greg made a nice pass to his teammate, and the score was cut to 3 points. The Spartans played a tough man to man defense and stopped the Cougars. There were 10 seconds left in the game and the clock was ticking down. Greg was behind the three point line in the corner. It was as if the play was in slow motion. Sharply, the ball was passed to Greg(4). Greg peaked at the clock and it was down to three seconds. He knew it was up to him. The defender closed in so tight that it blocked his vision to the basket. He got hit hard on the arm and threw the ball up in desperation. The ball flew out of his hands, hit the back of the rim, bounced eight feet in the air, and as the ball fell, it went swish, right through the hoop. Time had expired, and the game had been tied. Greg had to make the biggest free throw of his life. The crowd was screaming as loud as they could, hoping he would miss the shot. They sounded like wild animals. Greg heard none of this, he was determined(19). The free throw went up, banked off the glass perfectly, and went in the basket! The Spartans had won the STATE CHAMPIONSHIP! They rushed the court and lifted Greg up as a

One day, Bobby and Joe had a basketball game.There team was called Avengers, there teammates were Adrien,Shannon, and taesean they were going vs the Gators they had Kevon,Trenton,Jayden,KJ, and Carlton.Bobby played point guard and Joe played shooting guard they was shooting around so they could warm up.They noticed that they was airbaling everyshot they was cursed they couldn’t even make a layup.They were the best players on the team the coach Ben was scared because his two best players were doing bad so he hoped that they would get better.

He craved nothing more than beautifully cut green grass that was painted with the distinct white accent of a soccer field. As the eight-thirty start time began creeping upon the Impact Select team, the head coach, Mark Farmer, signaled the team to begin its warm-up. At eight-twenty five, Coach Mark called the team in to say its prayer and discuss pre-game strategy. The referee blew his whistle and the teams rushed onto the field, while each player arrived at his position. After a look at his watch, the referee began the game and immediately Rylan received the ball. With the shouts from his teammates, the parents, and both coaches, Rylan struck the ball and curled it into the top corner putting his team ahead one goal to zero. The crowd erupted simultaneously with cheers, while the Impact team congratulated on of its captains for his tie-breaking goal. Next to be on the score sheet was the second captain, Brendan. He used his speed to easily set up a scoring opportunity and calmly places the ball into the bottom corner of the net increasing his team’s lead to two to zero. Even the Impact team itself was impressed by their quality of play. They seemed to be passing so well it was almost like there was not another team on the field. Brendan received the ball and in similar fashion to his first goal closed the scoring of the game to three goals to zero. The referee then signaled the end of the ninety minute shut

The score was 3 to 3. Only twenty seconds left in the overtime. Everyone was tired The team we were up against had the best defence in the league and we had vigorously fought for our three goals. I got the ball and sprinted down the field. Fifteen seconds left. At the halfway mark a defender came right up on me. Lockdown defence. Ten seconds. It was the final game, the championship. I managed to get around the defender. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…” chanted the crowd. Just inside of the goalie box I took the shot. Five seconds. The ball flew through the air seemingly in slow motion. The goalie hopped up into the air and just barely misses the ball. “Two, one!” The crowd cheered. We had one because of our perseverance. In the story “The Time Machine”

“Guys come on we can win this.” Someone says from across the room. “It’s only halftime.” Devin says. “Yeah what Devin said it’s only halftime, we still have time to win.” I say. “Brooklynn we’re down by eight.” Cameron said in response to me. “Wait really by the way y’all are acting I thought that we were down by twenty-eight.” “Huddle up” I hear a deep voice from behind me say as they walk closer to the team. “Stop, just stop, you guys are winners so why aren’t you acting like them.” Our coach says to us. “But coach the score is twenty-eight to eight so technically we’re losing.” Cody says from the opposite side of the room. “Cody, coach is right we are winners we’re second in the state and seventeen and two.” Sam says.

The cold, wet grass. Drizzling rain. Hard dirt inside of the goal. Today is our first junior varsity game day, and I know it’s my time to shine because I’m starting. We board the bus, and sit in silence for the first couple of seconds. Then, coach begins calling out our starting forwards, backs, strikers, and midfielders. He comes to the end of the list and stops, looking me in the eye.

‘the ball wasn’t with the opposing team's player anymore, but where is it?’ I thought. My neck craned over to our goalie Grayson. But it was to late, they shot… And scored. Lee then lost

Thomas wrote a note to his mom saying he would be out. He then walked towards the park. When he got there, he saw 12 other guy tossing the ball around. Immediately, Thomas began to stall wondering if this was a good idea, and began to turn around and go home, but Luke spotted him. “DUDE! Over here!” Luke yelled. “Be right there.” Thomas said with a forced smile. When he reached the field many of the guys greeted him with smiles, and Thomas began to calm down. They split into teams, and Thomas was put with Luke. The game started and the first pass was to Thomas, but Luke had overthrown it by a billion feet. “My bad,” Luke yelled. Annoyed, Thomas just hoped everyone else saw it that way. The game went on, but no team was able