Soccer College Essay
With my hands trembling, sweat dripping endlessly from my body, and nerves attacking my stature, I stood on the goal line in the center of the goal staring at the girl standing twelve yards in front of me. The sound of complete silence forced itself into my head along with thousands of thoughts doubting my ability to block her shot. As the goalkeeper for my soccer team, the time came for me to shine.
It was the championship game of our tournament and we had excelled to the top winning each game before hand. But none of that mattered anymore, we had to win the championships or else our long practices and hard work wouldn’t count for much. My team was ahead throughout the whole game up until the last few minutes of the game. A defender on my team violently tripped an opponent inside our penalty box, resulting in the referee to blow his whistle and call for a PK (penalty kick). A PK is a free shot for the fouled team twelve yards in front of the goal with only the goalkeeper standing between the ball and the net. It is also the shooters greatest dream but the goalkeeper’s worst nightmare.
The two of us caught eyes and stared at one another for what seemed like a lifetime when it reality it lasted for only a few seconds. My opponent arranged the ball on the spot then slowly backed up keeping her eyes locked into mine. I broke the connection by looking at the ground and closing my eyes to visualize myself blocking the shot. I looked up and inside I knew that I was ready for what was coming toward me. The referee blew the whistle and my opponent was about to take her shot.
I saw the ball fly off her foot and head towards my right side. I lunged to the right; not expecting anything but to hear the sound of ball hit the net. But then to my surprise, I felt the ball strike my hands and I watched it soar out of bounds slightly to the right of the goal. I was in complete and utter amazement at what I had just done. I was so in tuned with my save and the feeling of
It was the championship game of our tournament and we had excelled to the top winning each game before hand. But none of that mattered anymore, we had to win the championships or else our long practices and hard work wouldn’t count for much. My team was ahead throughout the whole game up until the last few minutes of the game. A defender on my team violently tripped an opponent inside our penalty box, resulting in the referee to blow his whistle and call for a PK (penalty kick). A PK is a free shot for the fouled team twelve yards in front of the goal with only the goalkeeper standing between the ball and the net. It is also the shooters greatest dream but the goalkeeper’s worst nightmare.
The two of us caught eyes and stared at one another for what seemed like a lifetime when it reality it lasted for only a few seconds. My opponent arranged the ball on the spot then slowly backed up keeping her eyes locked into mine. I broke the connection by looking at the ground and closing my eyes to visualize myself blocking the shot. I looked up and inside I knew that I was ready for what was coming toward me. The referee blew the whistle and my opponent was about to take her shot.
I saw the ball fly off her foot and head towards my right side. I lunged to the right; not expecting anything but to hear the sound of ball hit the net. But then to my surprise, I felt the ball strike my hands and I watched it soar out of bounds slightly to the right of the goal. I was in complete and utter amazement at what I had just done. I was so in tuned with my save and the feeling of