Soccer Team-Personal Narrative

The tension was getting more intense as the seconds passed. We were sitting in the dressing room waiting to go out on the Uruguayan field. Getting the prep talk from coach. The dream place for every player.I couldn't believe it. We had actually made it. We beat the best team on the semi-finals.Richard Downworth’s soccer team had done the impossible and reached the finals. They a team from the lowest rank of the soccer leagues. Charlie Jones was the best kid having scored in the semifinals as a 21 year old substitute.
We went out and set up. It was a dream come true for me. Ninety thousand people in the stadium and millions more watching on tv.We knew we could do this even though we had never done it before. Looking up to the stand I could see the enormous crowd of people cheering for us. The thousands of people that has traveled hundreds of miles to watch this Fifa cup final. All we had to do was win and make them happy.
The referee blew the whistle and Chelsea had the ball. We were pinned against the back and were defending Chelsea's attack. They hit the post and thanks to some amazing saves we were still tied. After 35 minutes we had our first good attack. A good run by Aidan Kittenberg down the left with a good cross into the box. I ran at it and dove
I tried to listen but I couldn't, I was focused on how I had missed that penalty. We were back on the field and it was a very evenly matched second half with chances to each team. We played good soccer game but just couldn't find the chance to finish. The whistle blew loudly and the match had gone into extra time. We were all tyred but the chance of winning drove us on to new limits .We walked out on the field and were as determined to win this match. We had a good chances but couldn’t seem to score in the first half so the game would have to go on to the second half of extra