Narrative Essay On Transition Soccer

My new coach was a tall skinny man named Jeremy Moore. His glasses reflected the light of the soccer field lights. He was taking over for my old coach who just had his third child. He had short blonde hair standing up like the turf of the field. His body type was one of a soccer player, lean, light, but strong. He had come to one of our practices the year before to see us play. He stood next to my two old coaches. We were playing a short fields scrimmage. I was on the blue team. He stood to the sideline leaning on his right leg. He had his arms crossed, just observing the play. The way my coaches and him were laughing, I thought he was going to be a great coach for the next season. At the end of practice, he offered kind feedback but it was …show more content…
He would show up in his usual attire of a St. Louis Scott Gallagher jacket with sweatpants. Jeremy would sometimes play with us in our short scrimmage games just like our old coaches used to. Jeremy always ended practice with some sort of game. One time, we played a game called transition soccer. Transition soccer is a quick fast paced game where if you get scored on our the ball goes beyond your endline you got off the field. Jeremy made this game more fun by continuously adding people till everyone was out on the field. By the end of the game we were playing eight versus eight. Jeremy always tried to make the end of practice fun. I saw Jeremy as a coach similar to my previous …show more content…
Jeremy still angry with our play because now we were losing two to zero. Finally, the game had ended. I went out to shake the other team 's hands and the referees hands. After shaking everyone 's hand Jeremy stormed to the bench gather up his things. we all came over to him. “You guys now have to beat the best team in your age group to advance!” said Jeremy. I was even more mad then Jeremy. I was disappointed about the loss and that Jeremy had lied to me about everyone playing and not keeping his word. I jogged over to the parents side. I could see how mad my parents were about me not playing. I was thinking wait until they hear what Jeremy said to