Personal Narrative On The Shootout By Adam Lee

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The Shootout By: Adam Lee
“Come on!” I said sarcastically, as I plopped down in my chair off in the sidelines. It was all tied up, 0-0, the 2014 World Cup was going into a shootout. The sweat was pouring down my scorched, red face. I was nervous out of my mind. One team was going to win and one team was going to lose. I was either going to go home with pride for my country, or disappointment in myself. We began to line up at the halfline and start the shootout.
The stadium we were in was big, kind of like giant bowl. The stands were raised up as far as I could see. People from all over the world were at this event. The lights were shining directly on the lime green feild. Every once and awhile I could see people screaming as they waved their
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It’s soft stitches were sewed together perfect. I gently set the ball on the neatly cut grass and backed up to pick up momentum. Then, staring at the opposite team’s goalie, I thought of a plan. I would look at the right side of the goal and kick the ball to the left. It seemed flawless. For that one moment, I ignored all outside noise and and focused on one thing only, to score. Forcing myself forward, I ran up to the ball and nailed it top left corner. Hearing the net whisper to my ears what the greatest feeling ever. The crowd went wild. I could hear the powerful chants they made …show more content…
It turned out that our goalie had not let in another goal. The score was 5-3. I couldn’t believe it. We began to shake hands with the other team. I could tell that they were not happy as we walked by each other. My team was entering the locker room and getting ready to go home. I heard that some players were going to a party to celebrate. Then I realized that I was so exhausted, I thought that I might just go to bed.
A couple days after the huge game, the excitement began to die down. People started find other things to talk about. The first practices started up in two weeks for the off season. I began to get use to my normal routine.
The world cup was great experience for me. We won the championship and had pride for our country (America). Sometimes I wondered if the game would go down in history. I could imagine little kids reading sports books, “Joseph Smith scored in the shootout!” However, I began to live my life differently from then on. I didn't overly stress on anything anymore. This helped me get through things that were difficult. I will remember forever how I helped my team win the 2014 world

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