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Personal Narrative: Soccer Game
Cleats dug into the fresh grass, blue jerseys were tucked in, and young faces waited for action. A whistle blew and the game began. Our team had the ball. I stand at my position, left forward, I feel butterflies in my stomach. I see the field in front of me like a valley of opportunity. I stand stiff and nervous. My heart beats fast but so does everyone else. The goes back to the midfielders and I run up with the rest of the offenders to receive the ball. The ball is passed , quick and high. I watch my teammates on the other side of the field. I hurry around to get open but the ball is switching from teams. The game is on and every one wants to win.
Article posted December 3, 2010 at 12:29 PM •
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