Personal Narrative: My Short American Football Scoratort

My short American football stort
It is a rainy Friday night and it is the middle of November. That was unusual for California weather. It is the fourth quarter and the Mustangs are down by one field goal. This is the California State Championship Game. Jack Dawson comes to the huddle. Jack is the quarterback and he is a tall African American. He tells the whole team what we’re going to do. I am Matt Moore and I play halfback for the Mustangs. Jack and I have been best friends since middle school. The amity we have had led to our great success on the football field. Everybody loves us and we are pretty successful in school. Now back to the game. Jack tells us, “The games on the line and I need Matt to block and Bob to go deep.” Next thing I know Jack gets the ball and Bob goes running down the field. I hurry up and start blocking but one linebacker ten times my size trucks me over. Then Jack went down and we lost the game.
After that nightmare of a
My mind was so focused that I didn’t even hear anything. I just reacted and got the ball. When I first got the ball the blocking looked good but in a matter of seconds two linemen broke through and tried to tackle me. I was way faster than them so I cut back the other way and ran down the sideline. When I reached about the fifty yard line I saw the safety coming at me. He dove for my legs and I quickly hurdled him. That moment caused me to think about the record because I knew I was close to beating it. There was one guy on my mine. Number twenty on the lions was the only kid in the league that was faster than me. Soon as I thought of him I heard his footsteps behind me. I knew I had to run faster so I turned on the jets and ran as fast as I could. When I reached the five yard line the clock hit zero and I dove into the end zone. I landed and I knew we were state champions. The kid who almost got me was chagrin after the play. The whole team jumped on top of