I sighed as a cold draft of wind passed through my room from the open window and sent chills down my spine. I had been up for hours and unable to sleep, the reason behind this peculiar sleep habit was simple, the night before every soccer game I found myself unable to sleep. This match was different, however, it was the finals of the inter-class tournament and I found myself incapable of sleeping for more than four hours for the majority of the month. As we approached the playing field the clouds compacted, grew in size and became a dark shade of grey. Thunder roared as I exited the car and the tension in the air was palpable as I made my way towards the playing field. I walked into the changing room and was promptly greeted by my teammates who were already in their uniforms.I changed quickly and headed to the field with the rest of my team. I could hear the noise of the fans and the instruments which they were playing inside the pavilion as soon as I exited the changing rooms. The sound exhilarated me and quickly …show more content…
The match was also brutal as both teams resented each other and the rain agitated the players leading to hotheadedness and the players to be impetuous and impassioned. Players tackled often and wildly leading to small quarrels between the teams. Just before half time a player on the opposition team, James, tackled me. He missed the ball completely, leading to him hitting my Achilles heel and me being injured. I fell in agony and he collected the ball off my unmoving feet. The referee was occupied breaking up a fight and did not see the tackle. James then proceeded to run towards goal and scored as the half time whistle blew. I was unable to stand up on my own and was deemed by the doctor to not play for the rest of the game and I was forced to sit in the stands with the rest of the fans and watch the rest of the