Derrick Young
Mr. McNulty
English 11
18 November 2014
The
American Dream of My Life
We
ran onto the field as the crowd erupted in excitement. Me being the most
energetic and excited person led the team onto the field. The crowd’s passion
made me excited to be on the field that day. The National Anthem played as loud
as it could sounding like America’s cry in my ear. We went back into the locker
room to get ready. As I said my speech I heard cheers from the team and the
coaches as we got ready for war. As we waked back onto the field chills went
down my spine. Seeing all of fans again instilled a little fear. Everyone was nervous
as we went to our sideline. They called all of our names and we walked on to
the field as we should have with pride. The smell of the cut grass was fresh
and we could tell it had just been cut earlier that day.
I
and the other captain got called up to see who received the ball first. We
received the ball first so we figured out our formation for the game. We were
playing a 4-3-3 and I was center striker. We kicked the ball and the game
started. It was an aggressive bout with
one of the top teams in the state. They intercepted a pass intended for me and
got a shot on goal, but the keeper blocked keeping our hopes alive. After that
they had two more shots on goal that could’ve put them up two nothing. Then,
they got a through ball and the keeper got tricked and they made it a 1-0 game
with 5 minutes left in the first half. Well my friend Kyle Lopez got the ball
kicked it in the upper 90 and scored in first half extra time. Going in to the
locker room at the half I was infuriated at my team and especially the defense.
I told them if we don’t put our heads in this they could walk off with our win
and I wasn’t having it.
Second
half started with me getting a tackle and taking a shot on goal it hit inside
the post and came back out. So we got a free kick and that was unsuccessful
when we took the shot. It was the 88th minute and time was running
out. Out of nowhere I got a cross and started dribbling. I ran with intensity
beating all of my players off the dribble. I was at the 80 yard mark and
whipped my shot across the keeper bouncing off the post and went in. The crowd
erupted to a roar when I scored my team huddled around me after I slide across
the grass. The smell of sweat was so enticing and it was a hard effort we won.
The duration of that game was 90 minutes of hard work and determination. The
condition was a hot and very humid day and the air was thick. My American Dream
was to play in the soccer game and score a goal the game defining goal to end
it all. It was a powerful moment and to be team captain made it all the better.