Personal Narrative Essay About Soccer

By the time I sprinted onto the field for the start of the Jefferson Cup soccer final I had mentally prepared myself for the fierce showdown ahead. I had been playing soccer for most of my short life, giving up all other sports to concentrate on being a top player. In fact my whole family was committed to the game, so I guess you could say that I eat, sleep, and breathe soccer. I sure hoped that all my hard work would be translated into a big win that day. As I readied myself for the refs whistle to announce the start of the game, the hair on my neck stood straight up, and the adrenaline rushed through my body, filling every vein and artery. Transformed from a 12 year-old-girl into a soccer warrior ready for the battle ahead, I told myself; keep your goals simple: get to the ball first, win all your one v. ones, pass the ball accurately and communicate with your teammates. …show more content…
I have to be able to place a pass right on the foot of a teammate to set up a goal. That day was no different from any other. As my foot made contact with that beautiful, glossy soccer ball for the first time that day, it seemed to know that it had no choice but to obey my direction as it subserviently rolled to its destination. Suddenly out of nowhere, a bone-jarring blow from behind left my body limp and lifeless on the field. I lay there in a dreamlike state for what seemed like an eternity before mustering enough strength to get myself to my feet again. I opened my eyes and squinted up into the bright sunlight. My head was swimming and it felt like it was ready to explode. I didn’t know what day it was or where I was for a few minutes.