Liz
Well, my coach did say to be aggressive. It’s not my fault I did what I did. It was a cool Thursday evening, perfect for playing soccer. My coach made us run some drills before the game, just the normal dribbling and kicking practice. I was great at soccer, better than most of the other kids that played on my team, and almost as good as the kids that played on official teams with their schools. I’m pretty sure I was that teams star player. I looked over at the coach. He seemed to be watching me-probably because I was doing so well with the drills and he wanted to use me as an example of excellent form. I waved to him.
Coach
The coach looked over the field of ___ 10-year-olds with a sigh. Liz was tripping over the ball trying to dribble it across the field again. She was quite terrible at soccer: When someone kicked the ball to her, she ran away from it as if it was made of fire; she never ever made a goal, even when she was standing 2 feet away …show more content…
I’ve been training for weeks, and we are going to cream those kids.
They’re coming now, I can see them across the field. My mom is waving to me. I wave back and then turn my attention to the approaching team. Suddenly, I don’t feel confident about winning anymore. The smallest person on the team is twice my size, and the largest is the size of a full grown adult. My team looks like a bunch of two year olds compared to them. The coaches shake hands, and so the team captains. I wait for the whistle.
Liz
I walked over to the coach, wondering why he wanted to talk to me. He kneels down in front of me and says, “Liz I want you to be more aggressive when you play. You are allowed to shove, elbow, and block as long as nobody gets hurt. Your number one priority is the ball.”
I wondered why he wanted to tell me that, but the thought left my mind as soon as I saw the other team. We lined ourselves up on the field, and I was filled with dread while I waited for the whistle to