Personal Narrative: My First Soccer Team

It was a cold day, cooler than all the other days before. Every day was getting colder and colder. The sun was out with clouds dispersed throughout the afternoon sky. I was fourteen years old. My soccer teammates and I were warming up for our game against Pingry. It was a Thursday. My friend Matt and I always warmed up together. I have known him since fifth grade. He always had a talk show host personality with a bit of humor. He was fairly short for his age, but that didn’t discourage him at all. Matt could play against anyone in soccer and still put up a good fight despite whether or not the other team was bigger and/or taller than him. Soccer is the reason we met. To this day, we still continue to play for the same team. Probably twenty-five …show more content…
But I’m pretty sure that we are going to win.” My team took a quick water break. People take water for granted. Only people who are truly thirsty and dehydrated value the importance of water. Anyways, after our water break Coach Narotzky called us together to tell us the starting lineup. I started as right mid. This is the position I was most familiar with at the time. Every second that goes by before a game feels extremely slow. The anticipation to play soccer is always present within me. A few minutes later, the referee blew his whistle and we jogged onto the field. “Keeper are you ready?” asks the referee turning to Kyle, our goalie. In response, Kyle lifts up his arm signalling to the ref that he is ready. Then the referee turns around and looks at Pingry’s goalkeeper, “Keeper are you ready?” The opposing keeper raises his arm as well, signalling that he was ready to play the game. Then the whistle blows. I start sprinting forward as my teammate passes the ball to me. After that, I trap the ball and begin dribbling to goal. Shortly after, a kid steals the ball away from me and clears it out of his half. As I was sprinting back to recover, a great feeling of pain comes over me. The pain radiates throughout the right side of my back, neck, chest, and shoulders. It it overwhelming. Immediately I stop running and go down on one knee, signalling to the ref that I am hurt. As a result, the ref blows his whistle and I walk off the …show more content…
“I don’t know what happened coach. I just randomly started having a lot of pain on the right side of my upper body,” I explain. “Ok. Just sit down and put on ice where it hurts,” states my coach. I did as I was told. Since my mom was on the sideline and she saw me walk off the field, I decide to take out my phone and text her what happened. Eventually the pain subsides as I sit on the bench for the remainder of the game. The walk going to the bus starts to bring back some of the pain. However, it isn’t at the intensity as it was before during the game. I come to the conclusion that I get the pain whenever I am walking at a fast rate or jogging/running.
The bus ride was the same as always. I sat near the back and talked to my friends about the game. Although we won, I was worried that my injury would prevent me from playing soccer any more than it already did. The team and I arrive at the school after the game and my mom is waiting in the parking lot in her car. I quickly get off the bus and grab my school stuff in the school and head to the