Personal Narrative-It's Time To Win The Big Game
“Three minutes left!,” my coach yelled in a panic. It was the big game, we have been here all day fighting and dominating through our sweat and exhaustion for our chance at the championship game. The joy and excitement that took over my body from hearing that we made it to the championship game made me shiver. My team and I gave everything we had on the field to get here but now it was time to test our limits and fight for the championship title.
The game was like a ping pong match, no one could keep possession of the ball long enough to get anywhere near the goal. Eventually, the opposing team was the first to get the ball in the back of the net but that didn’t discourage us, in fact it amped us up which is what we needed. We then made an amazing passing sequence and made it into their eighteen. The ball was at my feet but it wasn't clear for …show more content…
me to take the shot. I pass the ball to an open teammate and it lands right at the sole of her foot. She settles the ball, winds up, and kicks the ball into the top left corner of the net. We were now going into halftime tied one to one and all we could think about was taking home that trophy.
When the referee blew the whistle to start the second half you could feel the tension on the field. Constantly, I was looking over at the clock and scoreboard to see that the time was slowly moving and that the score was still stuck at one to one. The sun was beating down on us, our exhaustion was catching up to us, and our thirst for the win was wearing down. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1,” the crowd screamed. The second half was over and no one scored which meant overtime. Overtime, the most nerve racking and competitive time during a game.
The sight of taking home the win was more clear than ever and we were focused on nothing but putting the ball in the back of the net.
The opposing team started the half with the ball but we quickly got possession. We were not playing around. The rules to over time is that whoever scores first wins the game. As we were moving up the field with the ball I could feel it coming, I knew that this was going to be an opportunity to score. My teammate worked the ball up the field into the corner and was looking for someone to cross the ball to. I wanted the game winning goal so badly. This would be something that I could brag about for the rest of my life. She takes the kick to cross the ball and it’s coming right towards me. I lunge into my kick giving it everything I had left in me. The sweat and overworked feeling would all be worth it in this moment, but it wasn’t. I kicked it right to the goalie. Out of complete shock from my ultimate fail everyone on my team froze and the other team was able to get possession and take the ball to the other end of the field. Unlike me their forward was able to score. That should have been
me.
“Aim for the corners” was all I heard from my coaches growing up as an athlete playing the forward position. I had completely failed everyone in my life. At least that’s how I felt at the moment. Nothing made me feel worse than missing the game winning goal but looking back on it it was just another lesson to learn. I am not perfect and I will not succeed at everything I do, but it’s how you react to failure and accept your mistakes that is important.
The game was like a ping pong match, no one could keep possession of the ball long enough to get anywhere near the goal. Eventually, the opposing team was the first to get the ball in the back of the net but that didn’t discourage us, in fact it amped us up which is what we needed. We then made an amazing passing sequence and made it into their eighteen. The ball was at my feet but it wasn't clear for …show more content…
me to take the shot. I pass the ball to an open teammate and it lands right at the sole of her foot. She settles the ball, winds up, and kicks the ball into the top left corner of the net. We were now going into halftime tied one to one and all we could think about was taking home that trophy.
When the referee blew the whistle to start the second half you could feel the tension on the field. Constantly, I was looking over at the clock and scoreboard to see that the time was slowly moving and that the score was still stuck at one to one. The sun was beating down on us, our exhaustion was catching up to us, and our thirst for the win was wearing down. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1,” the crowd screamed. The second half was over and no one scored which meant overtime. Overtime, the most nerve racking and competitive time during a game.
The sight of taking home the win was more clear than ever and we were focused on nothing but putting the ball in the back of the net.
The opposing team started the half with the ball but we quickly got possession. We were not playing around. The rules to over time is that whoever scores first wins the game. As we were moving up the field with the ball I could feel it coming, I knew that this was going to be an opportunity to score. My teammate worked the ball up the field into the corner and was looking for someone to cross the ball to. I wanted the game winning goal so badly. This would be something that I could brag about for the rest of my life. She takes the kick to cross the ball and it’s coming right towards me. I lunge into my kick giving it everything I had left in me. The sweat and overworked feeling would all be worth it in this moment, but it wasn’t. I kicked it right to the goalie. Out of complete shock from my ultimate fail everyone on my team froze and the other team was able to get possession and take the ball to the other end of the field. Unlike me their forward was able to score. That should have been
me.
“Aim for the corners” was all I heard from my coaches growing up as an athlete playing the forward position. I had completely failed everyone in my life. At least that’s how I felt at the moment. Nothing made me feel worse than missing the game winning goal but looking back on it it was just another lesson to learn. I am not perfect and I will not succeed at everything I do, but it’s how you react to failure and accept your mistakes that is important.