Personal Narrative: My First Time In Football
On the damp soft ground of a soccer field, I stood there in silence thinking how to approach. How to get better at being more accurate with the ball and my touch. Slowly I started to walk toward the ball, the connection between the ball and my foot broke the silence. Leading to the sound of the ball connecting with the net, putting a smile on my face. I had finally made a shot I liked. Inside I thought, “Tyler, that was one out of the fifty shots I had taken that and I only liked one.” All of a sudden it hit me I had soccer practice in one hour. Remembering back when my coach told me to rest and take things easy. We had a tournament this weekend so my coach will be mad that I'm tired and I hadn’t been relaxing. I was remembering back when he told me to take it easy and to slow down because this was a big tournament, because if we wanted to become a state team we needed to either win the tournament
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or get second.
So many thoughts were going through my head, I couldn’t relax, so I started sprinting towards my net to grab my ball. My cleat got stuck, it was as if time seemed to stop as I was falling towards the ground. I hit the ground, it felt as if my head was a basketball, I sat back up a little confused and felt a shooting pain in my head. I jumped onto my bike at started my journey back home, and I almost flipped my bike over from running to jump on. I started sweating during the ride, and when I went to wipe it off I realize that I was cold. I hopped off my bike, my hand still in my head and I sat on the ground. As I slowly removed my hand I saw that it was red. Not really thinking anything through, I started running the last mile and a half to my house. The last time I had checked I still had an hour until practice, so I ditched my bike and just started running. Suddenly I stopped and looked at my hand again, it was still red but I wasn’t as freaked out as before. Pulling out my phone I used my camera as a mirror. It suddenly I realized that my head was bleeding, I had soccer in an hour, and a mile left to go. I didn’t have time to react so I just continued to run.
The cut on my head was only about a centimeter, but it hurt. Considering that the cut was in my head, I must have hit on something hard enough to do that. I didn’t think that the cut was bad, I was just confused as to what I hit it on. With the thought in my head, I kept pondering on what I hit it on. Jumping back up onto my feet started to walk a little then run until I reached home.
When I got home my mom asked me what had happened to the head because my head wasn’t cut before I left the house. I stopped frozen in thought, not really knowing how to answer. The thing was that I was not good about talking to my parents, I don’t really know why but it is not a strong characteristic of mine. Just when I was about to say something I hesitated and started to try to change the subject but my mom stopped me.
“Tell me what happened please.” she said with a firmer voice than the one she uses when she is upset. I started thinking while my mom stared me down, it felt like her eyes were burning through
me.
“Well, I fell on the ground and must have cut my head on something,’’ I said as fast as I could so she couldn’t understand.
“What come here let me look.’’ She told me with a tone of voice making it sound like I didn’t have a choice at all. Slowly I shuffled over there wondering if she would let me go to soccer tonight. She took a look at my head and she said ‘that I should take a break from soccer and not go tonight because I might have a concussion or a more serious injury’.
But I protested, because soccer is my life and I didn’t feel the aching in my head.
“Still”, she said “it would not be smart.” So I compromised by taking it easy at practice, I didn’t want to let my coach know that I got hurt and be out of the tournament.
I went to the bathroom I started to wash my face off. It stung a little bit but not much, after washing it off I looked in the mirror.
“Mom was right,” I mumbled to myself. I knew it wasn’t that bad, so I got ready for soccer because I had to be at soccer practice in about 30 minutes. When I finished getting all of my soccer stuff on, I walked upstairs to go get a water bottle and fill it up. Once I was finished my mom said that it was time to go.
When I arrived at soccer practice I started juggling when my coach asked me to come over to him for a second. “Hey, Tyler I hope you have been resting because we are going to scrimmage the whole time because we need to prepare for our tournament in two days.” He said with excitement
“I’m as ready as ever,” I said even though I really wasn’t.
“Okay good because I need my best players up top playing their best and that is you and Jake. Can you gather everyone up for me I need to talk to everyone a whole?” asked Coach.
“Sure,” I said.
“You know what never mind I got it.” He said, “Hey everyone come here please so we can get started because we only have a certain amount of time.” Coach kind of yelled so everyone could hear him.“Okay listen you all know we have a tournament this weekend. This one is important because in order to become a state team we will need to either win it or at worse get second, this won't be an easy win because we play four state teams that can play just as well as we can.”
“Okay.” the team answered.
After the pep talk we got started, I was so tired that it felt like hours by the time practice was over. When practice was over I jumped into my mom's car to go home, when we arrived I was so tired that I just fell right asleep when I went to up to bed.
When I woke up I realized that it was Saturday and that was not my school alarm going off. It was my alarm to get ready to go to the tournament. Since we had to leave at seven in the morning, to get down to Madison, where the tournament was being held, in time. After I got everything on which had taken about thirty minutes because I was tired I jumped in the car with my dad.
When we got there it was crowded and it seemed like every team in the world was there. But that didn’t matter I still had to win this tournament with my team. When I got to the right field there was about ten minutes until the game started so we did the normal routine of stretching and warm ups.
Then the game started, and at this game I felt energized. It wasn’t until the middle of the second game that I started to feel a little tired and started to have a headache which was not a good sign. But we still won both of the games, the other teams putting up a big fight. This left us with only championship game left, against a team that was still undefeated.
When I got home to eat lunch and cool down before the championship game that is in about 2 hours. I decided that I should eat a small lunch and take a little nap and actually rest. I slept for about 45 minutes, but I thought I should be early for soccer so I could stretch more than others because I felt tight. So I got ready putting all of my stuff on and got my water ready. My dad said ‘to go get in the car’. When I got in the car we agreed that this was going to be a hard game and that the whole team had to play it’s best.
When we arrived at the fields I started to stretch with my friend and warm up to get loose. One of the warm ups that we do are headers, but when the ball hit my head it stung instantly giving me a headache. “Dang, it I thought my headache was gone.”
Later the whole team was here and the game was going to start in 5 minutes, so our coach gave us a big pep talk about how he doesn’t care about the trophies he cares about that we work our hardest and play our game and we would be given a win. The game started and I was clenching my fist trying to ignore the pain in my head. It hurt so much, especially when I was running.
Later I got tripped and hit my head on the ground which did no help my headache at all, plus I had to take the penalty kick. The score was 0-0 so my team was counting on me to score. This was it. “Tweet” the ref blew the whistle, I walked up and kicked it. The next thing I heard was the ball contacting with the net just like it had did on the soccer field before practice. The only thing I could hear was the whistle from the referee and my team plus their parents celebrating. On the inside I was happy, so happy, that my body just put a smile on my face. After the goal I just jogged back to my starting spot.
Now the score was 2-0 because my teammate scored leaving the other team was mad, and when I say mad I mean it. They literally had red faces from their anger, their fist were clenching, and they clearly very angry. They looked like they were going to come and start punching us or try to beat us up. This would be the first time that they had lost all season. They acted like they wanted to shove the ball and this game down our throat, they wanted to win so bad. But not as bad as we did! This game was big, and they were already a state team that was what we were working towards. Making this game the biggest game for us, we had to win. It felt as if we didn’t win we would be labeled as the worst team, and we would be publicly humiliated for the rest of our lives.
Just after they kicked the ball to start the referee blew the whistle. “It was halftime finally” I thought in my head this game was like trying to climb Mount Everest while talking on the phone but only having an hour to get to the top. This was a hard game since I was up top, playing forward. I watch everything the other team does, and they could have scored like 2 times but they didn’t they just couldn’t make the ball hit the net.
Just after drinking about the whole water bottle I was ready to play. I was ready to win even though I still had a headache, it doesn’t hurt anymore so I took my place on the field. The referee blew his whistle giving us the go ahead to play, the other team trapped the ball and started to come toward us. We shifted to get the ball but they got through about 2 people, but our third person put an end to them and passed the ball to one of our center mids. They took a few touches and then passed the ball to another person who then saw me wide open, so he passed the ball to me in the air, it passed my head giving me the right amount of time to go after it.
I started sprinting as fast as I could, making me able to pass one, two then three defenders with one on my tail. But I still managed to keep going it, making it only me the ball and the keeper. All the parents were on their toes, the guy behind my was fast and he was catching up so I had to get a shot in. When I was just about to shoot I fell hitting the ground. I didn’t feel anything but pain it was like someone had just punched me repeatedly in the gut. But the pain didn’t stop it just kept hitting me over and over again, and then I didn’t feel anything for a while.
When I opened my eyes I was in this weird looking house looking place where people were feeling my head and trying to ask me questions “I can’t comprehend all of these questions,” I said with a voice that sounded if I was just learning how to speak. “What happened? Am I hurt? What is going on? Someone please tell me what happened,” I said angrily, but I still spoke in that same voice like I didn’t know how to talk. They stopped and they all froze. Then they cheered in happiness, because I finally woken up from some sort of sleep that they tried to explain to me. But I was too tired and full of pain to even understand one word that they said to me. I just knew that I was hurt. All of a sudden I realized that I still had a game to play and they were holding me from doing it. The one thing that my parents hated was that I could tolerate pain more than anyone that they knew. So if I could walk I would say I was fine and go do whatever I wanted to do. But then I realized something, I had hit my head twice leading me to the medical hut that I am in, and that is why they were talking and trying to make me feel better. The one thing I wanted to do was to go back in time and tell my parents that “I'm’ sorry and I should have told you that I wasn’t feeling the best,” I guess this time it came back to bite me. This will probably keep me out a season or two. Dang this must have been bad. My head hurt soo bad.
or get second.
So many thoughts were going through my head, I couldn’t relax, so I started sprinting towards my net to grab my ball. My cleat got stuck, it was as if time seemed to stop as I was falling towards the ground. I hit the ground, it felt as if my head was a basketball, I sat back up a little confused and felt a shooting pain in my head. I jumped onto my bike at started my journey back home, and I almost flipped my bike over from running to jump on. I started sweating during the ride, and when I went to wipe it off I realize that I was cold. I hopped off my bike, my hand still in my head and I sat on the ground. As I slowly removed my hand I saw that it was red. Not really thinking anything through, I started running the last mile and a half to my house. The last time I had checked I still had an hour until practice, so I ditched my bike and just started running. Suddenly I stopped and looked at my hand again, it was still red but I wasn’t as freaked out as before. Pulling out my phone I used my camera as a mirror. It suddenly I realized that my head was bleeding, I had soccer in an hour, and a mile left to go. I didn’t have time to react so I just continued to run.
The cut on my head was only about a centimeter, but it hurt. Considering that the cut was in my head, I must have hit on something hard enough to do that. I didn’t think that the cut was bad, I was just confused as to what I hit it on. With the thought in my head, I kept pondering on what I hit it on. Jumping back up onto my feet started to walk a little then run until I reached home.
When I got home my mom asked me what had happened to the head because my head wasn’t cut before I left the house. I stopped frozen in thought, not really knowing how to answer. The thing was that I was not good about talking to my parents, I don’t really know why but it is not a strong characteristic of mine. Just when I was about to say something I hesitated and started to try to change the subject but my mom stopped me.
“Tell me what happened please.” she said with a firmer voice than the one she uses when she is upset. I started thinking while my mom stared me down, it felt like her eyes were burning through
me.
“Well, I fell on the ground and must have cut my head on something,’’ I said as fast as I could so she couldn’t understand.
“What come here let me look.’’ She told me with a tone of voice making it sound like I didn’t have a choice at all. Slowly I shuffled over there wondering if she would let me go to soccer tonight. She took a look at my head and she said ‘that I should take a break from soccer and not go tonight because I might have a concussion or a more serious injury’.
But I protested, because soccer is my life and I didn’t feel the aching in my head.
“Still”, she said “it would not be smart.” So I compromised by taking it easy at practice, I didn’t want to let my coach know that I got hurt and be out of the tournament.
I went to the bathroom I started to wash my face off. It stung a little bit but not much, after washing it off I looked in the mirror.
“Mom was right,” I mumbled to myself. I knew it wasn’t that bad, so I got ready for soccer because I had to be at soccer practice in about 30 minutes. When I finished getting all of my soccer stuff on, I walked upstairs to go get a water bottle and fill it up. Once I was finished my mom said that it was time to go.
When I arrived at soccer practice I started juggling when my coach asked me to come over to him for a second. “Hey, Tyler I hope you have been resting because we are going to scrimmage the whole time because we need to prepare for our tournament in two days.” He said with excitement
“I’m as ready as ever,” I said even though I really wasn’t.
“Okay good because I need my best players up top playing their best and that is you and Jake. Can you gather everyone up for me I need to talk to everyone a whole?” asked Coach.
“Sure,” I said.
“You know what never mind I got it.” He said, “Hey everyone come here please so we can get started because we only have a certain amount of time.” Coach kind of yelled so everyone could hear him.“Okay listen you all know we have a tournament this weekend. This one is important because in order to become a state team we will need to either win it or at worse get second, this won't be an easy win because we play four state teams that can play just as well as we can.”
“Okay.” the team answered.
After the pep talk we got started, I was so tired that it felt like hours by the time practice was over. When practice was over I jumped into my mom's car to go home, when we arrived I was so tired that I just fell right asleep when I went to up to bed.
When I woke up I realized that it was Saturday and that was not my school alarm going off. It was my alarm to get ready to go to the tournament. Since we had to leave at seven in the morning, to get down to Madison, where the tournament was being held, in time. After I got everything on which had taken about thirty minutes because I was tired I jumped in the car with my dad.
When we got there it was crowded and it seemed like every team in the world was there. But that didn’t matter I still had to win this tournament with my team. When I got to the right field there was about ten minutes until the game started so we did the normal routine of stretching and warm ups.
Then the game started, and at this game I felt energized. It wasn’t until the middle of the second game that I started to feel a little tired and started to have a headache which was not a good sign. But we still won both of the games, the other teams putting up a big fight. This left us with only championship game left, against a team that was still undefeated.
When I got home to eat lunch and cool down before the championship game that is in about 2 hours. I decided that I should eat a small lunch and take a little nap and actually rest. I slept for about 45 minutes, but I thought I should be early for soccer so I could stretch more than others because I felt tight. So I got ready putting all of my stuff on and got my water ready. My dad said ‘to go get in the car’. When I got in the car we agreed that this was going to be a hard game and that the whole team had to play it’s best.
When we arrived at the fields I started to stretch with my friend and warm up to get loose. One of the warm ups that we do are headers, but when the ball hit my head it stung instantly giving me a headache. “Dang, it I thought my headache was gone.”
Later the whole team was here and the game was going to start in 5 minutes, so our coach gave us a big pep talk about how he doesn’t care about the trophies he cares about that we work our hardest and play our game and we would be given a win. The game started and I was clenching my fist trying to ignore the pain in my head. It hurt so much, especially when I was running.
Later I got tripped and hit my head on the ground which did no help my headache at all, plus I had to take the penalty kick. The score was 0-0 so my team was counting on me to score. This was it. “Tweet” the ref blew the whistle, I walked up and kicked it. The next thing I heard was the ball contacting with the net just like it had did on the soccer field before practice. The only thing I could hear was the whistle from the referee and my team plus their parents celebrating. On the inside I was happy, so happy, that my body just put a smile on my face. After the goal I just jogged back to my starting spot.
Now the score was 2-0 because my teammate scored leaving the other team was mad, and when I say mad I mean it. They literally had red faces from their anger, their fist were clenching, and they clearly very angry. They looked like they were going to come and start punching us or try to beat us up. This would be the first time that they had lost all season. They acted like they wanted to shove the ball and this game down our throat, they wanted to win so bad. But not as bad as we did! This game was big, and they were already a state team that was what we were working towards. Making this game the biggest game for us, we had to win. It felt as if we didn’t win we would be labeled as the worst team, and we would be publicly humiliated for the rest of our lives.
Just after they kicked the ball to start the referee blew the whistle. “It was halftime finally” I thought in my head this game was like trying to climb Mount Everest while talking on the phone but only having an hour to get to the top. This was a hard game since I was up top, playing forward. I watch everything the other team does, and they could have scored like 2 times but they didn’t they just couldn’t make the ball hit the net.
Just after drinking about the whole water bottle I was ready to play. I was ready to win even though I still had a headache, it doesn’t hurt anymore so I took my place on the field. The referee blew his whistle giving us the go ahead to play, the other team trapped the ball and started to come toward us. We shifted to get the ball but they got through about 2 people, but our third person put an end to them and passed the ball to one of our center mids. They took a few touches and then passed the ball to another person who then saw me wide open, so he passed the ball to me in the air, it passed my head giving me the right amount of time to go after it.
I started sprinting as fast as I could, making me able to pass one, two then three defenders with one on my tail. But I still managed to keep going it, making it only me the ball and the keeper. All the parents were on their toes, the guy behind my was fast and he was catching up so I had to get a shot in. When I was just about to shoot I fell hitting the ground. I didn’t feel anything but pain it was like someone had just punched me repeatedly in the gut. But the pain didn’t stop it just kept hitting me over and over again, and then I didn’t feel anything for a while.
When I opened my eyes I was in this weird looking house looking place where people were feeling my head and trying to ask me questions “I can’t comprehend all of these questions,” I said with a voice that sounded if I was just learning how to speak. “What happened? Am I hurt? What is going on? Someone please tell me what happened,” I said angrily, but I still spoke in that same voice like I didn’t know how to talk. They stopped and they all froze. Then they cheered in happiness, because I finally woken up from some sort of sleep that they tried to explain to me. But I was too tired and full of pain to even understand one word that they said to me. I just knew that I was hurt. All of a sudden I realized that I still had a game to play and they were holding me from doing it. The one thing that my parents hated was that I could tolerate pain more than anyone that they knew. So if I could walk I would say I was fine and go do whatever I wanted to do. But then I realized something, I had hit my head twice leading me to the medical hut that I am in, and that is why they were talking and trying to make me feel better. The one thing I wanted to do was to go back in time and tell my parents that “I'm’ sorry and I should have told you that I wasn’t feeling the best,” I guess this time it came back to bite me. This will probably keep me out a season or two. Dang this must have been bad. My head hurt soo bad.