In my Skokie, I drop my gear on the ground as I step on to the battlefield. I start at my position, the whistle blows. The soccer war begins...our team has the ball. The ball is passed to me. I get past six people and I make two of them fall. I fake to the left, and go to the right. I fake to the right, and fake to the left. I shoot the ball... I miss. All of my teammates are yelling at me. Some say I'm a ball hog, and I sort of agree. I guess I get too caught up with all of my tricks and I just want to finish them off. That usually never happens. Next thing I know, I have the ball again. I see two enemies approaching. I pass the ball, I get it back and I SHOOT! I SCORE! The goalie hangs his head in shame. I celebrate by doing a backflip. After all of the joy, I realize something, one of my teammates is injured. “WE GOT A MAN DOWN!”, I yell. The match has ended. We won the game. I feel proud as I grab my gear and head home. |
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