The final shot of extra time came barreling at me. It was just to the right of me. So I did what goalkeepers do best and picked it out of the air and brought the ball along with my body to the ground. As I was getting up off the ground I heard the ear piercing sound of the final whistle. Everyone on the field, along with myself, stomachs sank because they knew the game was headed for a PK shootout. But for me it was different. This was my dream. This was all I dreamt about for 8 years of my life. This is my moment. The moment I get a chance to be the hero of my team. The moment I get to show everyone, all the skill I have inside. All of the hard work I put in at trainings, all of the blood, sweat and tears lead me to this moment. But none of
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The whistle sounded and the kid quickly approached the ball. With his quick approach I had less time to react so I just guessed the same way as last time, to the left side. I figured if one them goes left then there is bound to be another shot to the left side. The ball and myself arrived at the corner around the same time and barely got my fingertips on it to push just outside the goal post. I came up clutch with another save! I have done my job now my team just has to respond by putting the next one in and all odds are in our favor. With this thought in my head I start to make the trek over to the …show more content…
I have plenty of energy which I am sure is sprouting from the adrenaline pumping through my body at the moment. The adrenaline pushed away my nervousness and which allows me to watch the next PK being taken by my team. Brendan was the one taking our PK this time. Seeing him about to take it made me mad. I knew that he was not the best shooter and he could easily put it over the crossbar. That would put the other team right back into this game. But I have no say and it is too late to change who takes it so to be him now. At that moment, the whistle blew and he shot the ball only for it to goal sailing a mile over the crossbar. That instantly changed my mood from excited to utter disappointment. However, I knew that game wasn’t over. There was still three PK’s for each team that needed to be
The whistle sounded and the kid quickly approached the ball. With his quick approach I had less time to react so I just guessed the same way as last time, to the left side. I figured if one them goes left then there is bound to be another shot to the left side. The ball and myself arrived at the corner around the same time and barely got my fingertips on it to push just outside the goal post. I came up clutch with another save! I have done my job now my team just has to respond by putting the next one in and all odds are in our favor. With this thought in my head I start to make the trek over to the …show more content…
I have plenty of energy which I am sure is sprouting from the adrenaline pumping through my body at the moment. The adrenaline pushed away my nervousness and which allows me to watch the next PK being taken by my team. Brendan was the one taking our PK this time. Seeing him about to take it made me mad. I knew that he was not the best shooter and he could easily put it over the crossbar. That would put the other team right back into this game. But I have no say and it is too late to change who takes it so to be him now. At that moment, the whistle blew and he shot the ball only for it to goal sailing a mile over the crossbar. That instantly changed my mood from excited to utter disappointment. However, I knew that game wasn’t over. There was still three PK’s for each team that needed to be