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Personal Narrative: My First Football Team

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It was finally the 2018 Fifa World Cup as my team walked upon the field ready to begin the first game of the cup. As we began the game, my friend Thomas said to me, “remember your face when you first got accepted into the team” which triggered me to try my hardest. Both teams took turns scoring until I was sprinting for life ready to shoot the final goal when… ----------------------------------------(Next Paragraph)-------------------------------------------------------------- “David, wake up, it’s time for school” I heard as I lay in bed still as a rock. I got changed into my nicest clothes and asked myself, “Could this be a dream after confronting the 5’10 tall David in the mirror. I got my lunch and got onto my newly painted bus …show more content…

“GO!” the coach stated as I sprinted towards the ball to obtain it. I ran to the goal and suddenly was pushed over and over again by a skared player. After that, my anger suddenly increased and I had a feeling in my gut. I was extremely angry which caused my performance to drastically drop. “David, don’t get caught up into your anger” which made me calm down a bit . I ran to the goal again and kicked it with all my power and, “GOAL!” my team shouted from behind the exhausted player. “I did it” I told myself”. The next day it was time for the results which were held up on the board and …show more content…

This only made me try harder and made me practice more than ever. -------------------------------------------------(Next paragraph)----------------------------------------------------- It was time for tryouts again but I suddenly wondered, “Why is this past different than before?” Then I realized, i’m still a kid and have a kidish mind which caused me to think I could win. Everyone was ready in their positions and, “GO” the coach yelled echoing in the distance. The teams scored over and over again till the score was 4-4 and it was time for me to score. I sprinted maneuvering past players dodging there every move till I reached the goal and again, “GOAL” my team shrieked which helped to relieve my nervous feeling in my gut. The next day the coach called and said, “David you have made the team for showing hard work and teamwork throughout the game and persevering with your dream” and made me so happy and glad. As I went to bed….. ----------------------------------------------( Next Paragraph)------------------------------------------------------- “David, David, are you ok” Thomas painfully shrieked. “Yeah” I said as I got up with a

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