I’m 12 years old and I had a soccer tournament back in August. I was starting on a new team, well my team and another team we combined teams and made a new team. My new team was named Rush Rise. My family and I had to go to a tournament in Steamboat, the name of the tournament was called Aries. I stayed in steamboat for the whole weekend, 2 games Saturday and 2 games Sunday. Woo! It’s Saturday and I have my first game at 9:15 am. I get to the fields and I see my team! We warm up for about 30 minutes. Game time! I get on the field and the positions I’m playing is center midfield attacking. I’m cracking my knuckles and I’m ready to play. The whistle goes off and boom I get the ball, I’m dribbling as fast as I can “BOOM” did a step over and got
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It’s 10:23 am and the game doesn’t start until 2:15. So for me to be able to get ready for the game, I have to stretch out my knee and make sure I can move it around. I’m ready… Okay the game starts in 45 minutes I should start heading to the soccer fields.
We are starting the game, and I feel nervous because I don’t if I’m going to get hurt again. “TWEET” They get the kick off and I’m starting as the midfield defense; I’m injured. I’m playing well not letting the ball out of my sight and making sure I am being careful of my knee. Out of nowhere I take it away down the field just getting passed everyone, I feel fine still and excited and my teammates keep saying “PASS MIA”
I just ignore them and keep going down the field as fast as I can tricking all of the players and then again it’s just me and the goalie, I turn my hips in the right direction but score in the left bottom corner.
“GO MIA!” the crowd cheering me on. I’m feeling great and confident about myself. My dad pulls me out of the game he gives me a hug saying I did a great job. “TWEET TWEET” it’s halftime and we huddle and talk about what we are doing good and not good, and what we have to work
It’s 10:23 am and the game doesn’t start until 2:15. So for me to be able to get ready for the game, I have to stretch out my knee and make sure I can move it around. I’m ready… Okay the game starts in 45 minutes I should start heading to the soccer fields.
We are starting the game, and I feel nervous because I don’t if I’m going to get hurt again. “TWEET” They get the kick off and I’m starting as the midfield defense; I’m injured. I’m playing well not letting the ball out of my sight and making sure I am being careful of my knee. Out of nowhere I take it away down the field just getting passed everyone, I feel fine still and excited and my teammates keep saying “PASS MIA”
I just ignore them and keep going down the field as fast as I can tricking all of the players and then again it’s just me and the goalie, I turn my hips in the right direction but score in the left bottom corner.
“GO MIA!” the crowd cheering me on. I’m feeling great and confident about myself. My dad pulls me out of the game he gives me a hug saying I did a great job. “TWEET TWEET” it’s halftime and we huddle and talk about what we are doing good and not good, and what we have to work