Playing sports has always been a passion of mine.I played Pop Warner Football until I broke my foot in third grade. After my foot healed, I decided to play soccer because my my cousin played and I wanted to try it . Ever since I started playing soccer, I have always my hardest and strived to get better. All summer I worked with my friend Imanol practicing hard to make sure we made the team. Our hard work payed off and we both made the team. The upcoming season was the going to be the best and worst season I’ve ever had. Sectionals were right around the corner. Although I was only a JV player, my friend Anthony and I volunteered to film for couch; we each got paid five dollars per game. Since we had to watch the varsity games
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Joe and Juan was sprinting down the field as fast as he could. John kicked the ball as hard as he could and it went right to Juan’s feet. Juan took a few more steps and blasted the ball into the back of the net to tied up the game. There was yelling and screaming from all over the field, but the game wasn’t over. Now that the teams were tied they would be going into overtime, but it didn’t matter. St.Joe got a last minute goal to win the game. Anthony and I packed up the camera and headed down to the field with our team. It was a sad sight. People that you would never expect to see crying, guys that encourage you to go your hardest crying on the grass. I walked up and gave two of the seniors that I had grown close to over the summer. I gave Zoren a hug first and then Juan. They started to make me cry telling me how much fun the season was and to keep in touch because they were seniors and this was there last year. I had known a lot of these seniors all summer long and it would be weird playing without them. They all had made me feel welcome since the first day I stepped on the pitch and I made many great memories with them during the season. The bus ride home was very quiet with still random sniffeles and crying sound in the back of the bus. When we got back to the fields, everyone took pictures and thanked the coaches for a great season and headed home. It was all over; until next
Joe and Juan was sprinting down the field as fast as he could. John kicked the ball as hard as he could and it went right to Juan’s feet. Juan took a few more steps and blasted the ball into the back of the net to tied up the game. There was yelling and screaming from all over the field, but the game wasn’t over. Now that the teams were tied they would be going into overtime, but it didn’t matter. St.Joe got a last minute goal to win the game. Anthony and I packed up the camera and headed down to the field with our team. It was a sad sight. People that you would never expect to see crying, guys that encourage you to go your hardest crying on the grass. I walked up and gave two of the seniors that I had grown close to over the summer. I gave Zoren a hug first and then Juan. They started to make me cry telling me how much fun the season was and to keep in touch because they were seniors and this was there last year. I had known a lot of these seniors all summer long and it would be weird playing without them. They all had made me feel welcome since the first day I stepped on the pitch and I made many great memories with them during the season. The bus ride home was very quiet with still random sniffeles and crying sound in the back of the bus. When we got back to the fields, everyone took pictures and thanked the coaches for a great season and headed home. It was all over; until next