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Personal Narrative: My Knee Injury
My Knee Injury
The game of soccer has always come natural to me. Competing in the game of soccer is what I love to do. Being physical is something I’ve never been scared of. If I’m being completely honest, going in hard on tackles is what I’m known for. Being a physical player is a strength of mine. Being physical in the game of soccer always comes with the risk of getting hurt. Two years ago I took that risk of getting hurt, and getting hurt is exactly what happened. I remember it like it was yesterday. During the fall of 2014, I had a late night game against a team by the name of Lightning. All game the intensity was high and players were being physical. The level of physicality went up come second half of the game. I could understand why because they were losing. And what team wouldn’t start to be more physical to try and do everything they could to make the comeback? To me there is a difference in being physical because of the game and being physical because of frustration. And when I got hurt It wasn’t because that was her style of play, it was because of her frustration.
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As a defender I’ve learned when the perfect time to attack the ball is. The girl was running onto what we call a “through ball”. It was a fifty, fifty ball. We both came in on the ball hard and fearless. It all happened so fast. We both hit the ball at the same time, my foot on one side and hers on the other. Next thing I knew I was looking at the night sky with the bottom part of my left leg pointed out. Almost as in a “L” shape. The pain hit right away. I remember my reaction was immediately tears. All I wanted to do was try and move it, but I

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