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Personal Narrative: My Soccer Life

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My Soccer Life

It is Friday, May 25, 2015, I, Aubrey, am inside getting ready for soccer practice. It was 5:30 and I had to leave very soon, my practice is at 5:45. So we got in the car and we pulled out of our driveway and left. It is about 5:40 when I made it to practice. My team was warming up and shooting the ball waiting for the rest of the team to get there. I set my stuff down and joined them, waiting for a couple more girls to get there. It is about 5:45 and all of us were on the field warming up. We did our stretches and and ran a couple laps around the field and started to do passing drills. I was thinking, “What if one day, I was asked to play on a professional soccer team? Would I say yes, or no?” I had thought …show more content…

It was high pitched and it would just ache your ears. This was the best time of my life.

My Soccer Game

This is now the day of my soccer game. If we win this game we are in the tournament. We are in second place and we are playing the first place team. If we win we are also in first place and they will be in second. This is the best feeling I have ever had for a soccer game in a long time.

The moment after stretching and then making your way onto the field to begin the game and you hear the whistle blow to begin is an amazing feeling. We got the kick off and they passed it to me and did a drop pass. They cleared it all the way up the field and I ran as fast as I could to get the ball. It went past the defense and so it was just me and the goalie. The crowd cheering the intense moment as you kick the ball and wait to see if it goes in. It bounced off of the post and I kicked it again and it went right in the corner off the goal.

The crowd roared and it was amazing to get back on the field with my teammates and score. It was an amazing game that we played. We ended up winning 8-0. I scored 3 goals which in soccer is called a hat trick in soccer.

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